• Its not quite love
    -yet-
    but i think i'd call it

    falling- nothing to grasp
    on to, no way to be in
    -control-
    that feeling of giddiness, and you are
    -weightless-

    thats the part where
    you can pretend you are flying
    until the ground comes rushing up
    to crush you, and you lie,
    broken
    defeated on the ground
    never knowing if you have the strength to
    climb back up
    and that's what's so damn terrifying.


    they say the eyes are the
    windows to the soul.
    through those windows lie
    lakes of color
    and its so easy to get lost,
    drown in the pools of
    emotion

    but in your eyes, i see
    the sky
    bright,
    open,
    the forever.
    and suddenly, i'm not so scared of
    falling
    or drowning
    because i know i can fly
    together, through forever
    hands clasped tightly.

    and never come down.