Falling
What more do I have to give?
What else is there for you to take from me,
when I've given all that I have?
How else can I prove to you that
my love is not a phantom,
not a figment of your imagination?
You hurt, but it is I who sheds the tears.
You get cut, but it is I who bleeds.
I jumped from the cliff, chuteless, falling into
the seeming endless cavern of love.
So sure I could fly.
You stayed cliff-side watching me
plummeting to the bottom.
Alone.
No safety net.
Thud.
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