and yet here we stand
they could never catch us.
not because we didn't want them to,
but because we didn't know how to let them.
we spent our nights wishing for someone to save us
and our days pushing away those who tried.
we taught ourselves how to love,
even if the only thing we were capable of loving
was the resentment we had for the world.
and so we go on,
jumping from one rooftop to the next
hoping we don't fall,
and if for some reason we do
that
someone
will
catch
us.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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