Can you even mourn the loss of something that wasn’t yours to begin with? Does the hurt even count if you know it’s coming? And deservedly? Greedy hands. Is it fun on the way down alone now? With all those lies you wanted to believe, the ones you told yourself too.

 That’s what falling is, knowing what’s waiting at the bottom yet you still jumped, so don’t close your eyes dear. See what you’ve done. What you wanted when you jumped. Did you know they had a tether? That when you decided to fall you were the only one hitting the ground? Yeah. You did. You hoped it was wrong this time, paranoia but it wasn’t.  Still, it’s painful huh? 

Now that the gravel’s in your jaw. Teeth shattered. Every inch of soft skin torn and lacerated everywhere those hands cradled you. Can you see the love? With the blood spilling from your eyes, pooling in your ears, onto that hot cement you can see it now right? He’s climbing back up, your soul, brushing your dirt off that stupid jacket. A karmic relationship.  Silly thing. You poisoned yourself on fake love, at least it was fun right?