Pointless Poems

Gravity isn't your friend

It won't save you. Not now
It never could have saved you.
You feel too much and love too hard
You got attached too soon
You let him affect you too much too soon

It didn't feel bad at first
It felt amazing. Like a cloud swept you away and all you felt was the pressure on your neck, the pure desire in his kiss.
But even angels crash from ecstasy.

The fall felt good too
The way the wind disappeared under you giving you the rush of adrenaline that your body reacted to accordingly.
The sweat on your temples, the faster breathing, the goosebumps covering your skin like a rash.
It felt good but even the loss of gravity couldn't save you from this impact.

You crashed
Hard.
Never felt anything so destructive to your person or your soul ever.
The broken bits and pieces of your heart and mind spread out around you after the crash .
He is gone. And you can't do anything but slide a blade across your wrists in an effort to bring back that chemical high.
To bring back his presence in your mind.
He watched as the blood flowed from your wrists over your fingers and dripped to the floor.
He watched as you crashed to the concrete of your own reality.
He was the reason why you fell.
He pushed you over the edge after you revealed to him that you were teetering on the curb.

I tried to tell you.
Gravity is not your friend when it comes to the wrong love.