"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
Until My fallen gaze realized you had dropped Love letters For me. Left a trail For me. Like you didn't want to leave me.
So I picked each one up and read them aloud Until I couldn't feel anything else besides You.
One after the other, I followed behind you Eager for the last piece Which would be In your hand Before you pressed it into my chest And smiled At me.
I wish I knew then that you were simply Discarding all the love poems I had previously given to you.
I guess, these are the types of poems I write for you now
Author's Note
Welcome to the beginning of "Today I Passed Your House And Realized I Wasn't Over You". I wrote these next twenty-something poems in a daze and when I read them back every single emotion flows through me again and I almost shed a tear. You, perhaps, won't cry in the same way I do but I hope you at least feel something.
This poem is dedicated to sizziewaltz because I said March 15th was the release date and she came back here at the stroke of midnight just to check. Thank you for the love and I hope you don't hate me for releasing it at midday instead lol. Remember if you guys vote and comment the next dedication could be you!
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