I don't want to fall, because falling causes something so unreal, and so unbearable.

That first fall was a boy in middleschool, the one who had "everything." 

and when he invited you to the school dance, how could you say no?

It started from there, but as soon as you let yourself jump from that cliff,

he wasn't there to catch you.

Yet you got up, with a few minor bruises and scratches upon your heart, yet you carry on.

Years later, a boy with a wreacked up heart comes along, he says the right things,

and you belive him, forgetting what pain the first caused.

Then he plays you like a violin, allowing the sweet nothings, to really be nothing.

And there you go again, jumping from that cliff, and seeing him down there,

but suddenly when you get to close, he leaves.

This time, its more, you feel nothing even though the pain is so bad, 

and you don't get up, why would you?

Then someone crosses your path, they see you need help, and they come help. 

They help you up, brush you off, clean up the blood and the pain,

and as you watch them slowly fixing what wasnt thiers to fix,

you see it.

You see a pure, genuine love, that you've never discovered before.

You realize, you don't need to fall in love with somone, you can walk.

Yes there will be stummbling, but because you love them and because they love you,

the pain of a scratched up knee, is bearable.