I'm spinning around
you, my gravity
the stellar certainty
of my casual orbit

My magnetic love
—don't let me fall
into the unnumbered deepness
of this darkness

Like glass destined to break, we shattered; far worse than break.
Walking on the shards of yesterdays ever haunting,
One is left to question, One is left wanting.
More than is seen with the eye, a truth without disguise.
That it could be: the glass could be whole,
Instead of ever longing the touch of your soul.
Swayed to chance, drawn by gravity, an inevitable tragedy, the devil's grant.
One glass still standing, half empty half full,
Waiting, no, longing for gravity's pull.

The laws of gravity are simple

What goes up
Must come down

But what goes down
*Keeps going down

If no one ever told you that you breathe an invisible gas at all times and it is always surrounding you, then it would have absolutely no meaning.

You wouldn't appreciate the value of it until you're gasping for it and begging.

I remember the day you left. You walked out of the room and I watched as all the oxygen followed you until there was nothing left.

Some people never get to see what it looks like in a room with no air, gravity left and the pain was too much to bare.

Face turning blue, everything floating around the room, I wonder if I was more worried of getting my breath back or you turning around and coming back.

As I float off, ready for the inevitable, everything slams to the floor as you run threw the door! I inhale deeply and before I can exhale you say "sorry, I forgot my shoes!"

I wish
There was no gravity
So people wouldn't get hurt
When there's no one there to catch them

When they fall

©IGMS

Falling out of love:
Back to reality, oh
there goes gravity

He was my gravity.
Does my gravity miss me?
(I chose to let go)

Oh the weight of unrealized love,
The sun that pulls the heart,
The gravity that holds us under,
The rain that floods from eyes,
Only to fall on shores,
Returning us in thoughts,
To the start of love.

My heart runs the similar path of earth,
To escape from hands of light,
Only to find memories of moons,
Shimmering in waters of nights,
On oceans of eyes.

Colored dark but strangely calm,
Our restless waves of thoughts.
Conformed to matter not.
A loveless existence of breathless space,
And purposeless dimensions.

We were all completely free
And it was completely horrible,

We just floated around and ****** and
drifted back out into space again.

“Where could I belong?” I whispered into the vacuum
I didn’t think anyone could hear me, but you
Pulled me in close.

For a while, it felt like falling
And then, like solid ground. And then,
There was nothing left to do but spin

How can losing any part of ourselves bring us down to our knees so quickly and with so much force? As if the laws of gravity hold true not only for the tangible, but for the intangible as well.

We seem to believe that "losing" or "lacking" only means that something is taken away from us. We forget that when a part of ourselves is ripped away, more of those parts grow back stronger and heavier. Just as our muscles are torn and repaired, our souls work the same way.

You may think you're lacking-- but in truth, you're getting stronger.