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

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