Poems from a cynical girl who fell in love

When to let go

My whole life 

i've been the lifeline

the tether, 

the thing that holds tight

when every other grip lets go

and now you stand here

with your goofy smile

with mischif in your eyes 

you with your soft fingers 

you with no fear of hights 

 you reach out to my white-knuckled resolve

and ask me to hold your hand.