The Stories Of You & I

Branches

He got so used to me being close to him,
Clinging onto him,
That when I started slipping,
Cracking,
Breaking away;
He didn't notice.

He thought I was still hanging onto his every word
Listening to every sound
Every breath, every heartbeat.
Just like how the leaves hold onto their branches until their last breath
And the flowers hold onto their petals until they can no longer stand up

He didn't notice that I had started breathing quietly, silently
No longer had the bravery to breathe strong and loud
So battered up and torn, that I had no other chance but to fall from those branches
Fall from those flowers
And to fall from out of his arms

Those leaves only fall if they no longer have strength to stay upright
Those petals only fall if they have no will left