The Fall
You want to feel his skin against yours,
But not in the sexual appeal.
Just his hand in yours,
when he touches your chin,
but you know it'll never happen.
You just seem to continue to fall,
And fall
Knowing that he'll never catch you
You anticipate the ending
The heartbreak
Tears
As you sit there
Without him to wipe them away
and the fear
of never feeling okay.
This poem is about:
Me