Fearing Grief
Funny how the littlest things seem so big
Ironic how the ones you love are the ones who hurt you
Stupid how the easier route gets chosen over the most thorough
Sad how the kindest people are treated the worst,
What if we aren’t meant to fall in love?
Is love even a real thing anyway?
How do we know if the other feels the same?
Why can’t we separate our heads and hearts to think clearly?
The fall never seemed so scary before it began
Getting so caught in our minds we forgot to hold onto reality
Our grasp slipped off the brink, but we were never scared
Until we were falling and could not see the beginning, middle, or end.
Silence embraced us as we accepted our future
Of continuous falling down, down, down.
Nothing is at the bottom to catch us,
Except disappointment and grief.
Maybe being in a constant state of falling is a good thing.
At least it offers a break from the war zone that is my mind.
And falling means I have something to live for,
Because when I am on the ground in grief’s arms, I’ll have nothing else to lose.