And with a heavy heart he said “don’t fall in love with me because I’m only going to fall out”, but I set my mind to holding his hand in front of his friends and impressing them by knowing their favourite songs that nobody’s heard of and he never wanted to admit that I could’ve been everything he’d wanted but was too scared to have, so he changed his words to “don’t fall in love with me because I won’t fall back”. But I fell and tore my knees open when we danced under the electric lights one night with vodka running under our skin and thought “it’s okay, it’ll get better”. And I fell harder and cracked 3 ribs when you took me to the most beautiful place you could think of and held me under the breezy trees and read foreign words to me, but I still told myself “it doesn’t hurt, I’ll find a way breathe.” And the last time you looked at me, fumbling for my hands and laughing, “In another life you would’ve been my everything” I cracked my skull. Watching me tumble, you whispered into the silent air, “This is why I don’t fall in love: the fear of the one fall that hits you so hard you can never come back.”
hopefor-thehopeless
a love I’ll never come back from // (a record of undeserved apologies)
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
