sharp air pierced my lungs,
with each gasping intake of air,
a mix of a laugh and a gasp,
i ran and ran and ran,
away with him close on my heels.
he grabbed my wrist,
and i spun,
my heart dropped
into a rabbit hole,
down
down
down
down
down
down
down
down
but it wasn't accompanied
by the knot in my stomach,
but rather butterflies,
erupting through my being.
is this falling?
so why am i not scared?
is this falling?
what if i get hurt?
is this falling?
then why do i feel... like i could fly?
is this the feeling of falling (in like)?
YOU ARE READING
love letters i failed to send.
Poetrya collection of poems, written in love and heartbreak while i lose and find myself over and over again. always missing you. ~ inspired by a series of love songs contains curse words and mature language (nothing inappropriate dw)
