I’m standing on a cliff,
heels barely on the edge.
Don’t touch me now,
even if it’s love, I might fall into the abyss.
My balance is lost, so is my mind.
But if you truly want me,
jump holding me…
and maybe we fly.
And I sat by the window, waiting.
He said he would come.
Every rustle made me look.
As the day came to die, my hopes died with it.
Night burned my soul with the fire of
“you are not worth it.”
By morning, only ashes flew past the window.
Love loses its grace in the noise of anger.
Silence hurts, of course…
Yet it’s the only pain that heals when it breaks,
while words leave scars that never fade