You tested your wings,
feet on the ledge
looking at the fall below us.
"You can survive this," I say.
You were terrified.
Then, something pulled me down,
I don't know what.
I looked at you
and saw you falling in too.
You grip my hand so tight that
I thought it was my responsibility
to help you crawl out this bottomless darkness
I've been done with before.
Into the abyss, we were falling,
a hundred kilometers per hour,
and I knew first hand
how painful the ground would be
when we'd finally reach it.
YOU ARE READING
eighteen.
Poetrya collection of poetry "So why do I write about you when you've already read everything? Maybe because writing is the only way I can tell you I love you without stuttering. "
