It's funny how we allow ourselves to fall for those who aren't willing to fall at all.
We stand on the edge of the cliff, ready and willing to give our all.
We expect a hand to join ours and heart to join too.
But, it rarely ever happens this way.
It's usually more of a betrayal.
Eyes closed, hand extended, heart on the line.
And the next thing you know,
you're falling.
Alone.
With a brutal shove from behind, you go tumbling down.
Hitting every hard place between here and there.
As you're falling, you turn to look.
There had to have been a mistake.
He was going to fall too.
He promised.
As you look above, you don't see a soul.
He didn't even care enough to stay around and watch.
Trapped at the bottom of this cliff,
Heart in your hands,
Tears in your eyes,
You scream for him to come back.
But, things that were never yours don't return.
