Free Fall [poetry]

Free Fall

To me love was like cyanide.

It burnt whoever it touched.

His love was like cyanide.

It burnt her.

I saw her in front of me,
Slowly leaving from there.

Then I saw the remorse in his eyes.

The pain in his eyes like he cared.

I tired to stay,
But I ran far away.

Trying to find a way.

Ran until I saw water.

The wooden planks creek under my feet.

From this 51ft height, when I look downwards,

The water shines under the moonlight.

Calm yet so deep.

So I dig my own grave,
And take a leap of faith.

My hair flowing with the wind.

I see the stars twinkle high above.

For the first time I feel free.

And I slowly close my eyes,
And feel the breeze.

As the cold water slowly consumes me.

I don't struggle to breath.

I give into the peace.

And that was my free Fall....

I was only fifteen after all....

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