I felt myself begin to fall in love with you but I arrested that emotion and returned to the equilibrium of my life for one - adhering to unambiguous instruction - thankful for it's simple red amber green ration - grateful that I had avoided the flood of voices that inevitably follows the falling.
If we had just one more hour, one more day, could we find another way? Could we find the words to say what we've always wanted to say? Could we find a reason to stay? And yes. It's true that one more hour, one more day could make things worse. But isn't it worth the risk if you can find closure? Worth?
I would be lying If I said I wasn't afraid of failing. But I'm more afraid of succeeding. There's so much more pressure. You have more to lose. Your actions have more consequences. You have to think more carefully Before you choose. But sometimes, you have to take risks. You just have to decide If it's worth the extra stress.
isn't it funny how sometimes the best things come out after you're taken the fall. how my heart had to break into a million pieces before i realized what poured out of the cracks. the potential to love like a cup that's been filled too much and it pours down the sides and on your hands and on the floor and suddenly it's everywhere. something so tiny, you didn't even know it was there until it was plugged in and now it's thousands of lights that won't burn out. you're blinded by the brightness and you think "how could this all be contained inside me?" and all you want to do is throw open the doors and invite everyone in because you know your heart can withstand it. you know now you are strong enough to love and break a billion times over. so jump then fall and see what comes out.