"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
I was in a bus, Looking out the window To find all my missing parts Still strung like fruit from your tree branches.
My lungs were masquerading as leaves, Just as thin And green,
My legs were without toes, Proof that even if I had wanted to I could never manage to walk Away From you,
And my head was in the middle of your street. The weight of all the thoughts about you, I guess, Still lolling it between road and sidewalk.
When suddenly my head came hurtling in front of the bus I held my breath. But we sped towards, over, and past it.
Despite asking for death, Release, Out of mind, A little peace, It seemed, I would never be able to escape you.
Until I realized I was In a bus, whole and Headed out from your garden.
All my missing parts Behind me now With it, that day you took to my heart And pieces of me went flying everywhere.
Today I passed your house and realized I was(n't) over you
Author's Note And it's here! The final poem! TIPYHARIWOY is over, readers. This journey has been incredible, to say the least. Watching how much love you guys have shown these poems have lit up even my darkest days and I'm glad I've found the best and most supportive readers on Wattpad.
Speaking of support, the final dedication goes to lxnely_raindrxps for commenting the secret emoji that I talked about in the Author's Note in the last chapter! Thank you for reading and I hope you cherish these poems. This poem is all about healing despite not realizing it and I hope you've healed from your biggest scars too.
Wow, this is really the end. Thank you guys again. More stories, as always, to come.
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