the fall

I know that I was hanging from a cliff you pushed me over
and then all of a sudden felt safe looking up at you 
and while I thought you had grabbed me to save me,
I soon found,
I was the one who had grabbed your ankles,
and you were still walking away
when deep down inside
you knew it was wrong
so while yes, we should not have ventured to the cliffs that day,
why didn’t you instead suggest the meadow?

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