I am not on the verge,
I’m not playing with fire.
By the time I noticed,
I had already fallen.

My heart ripped from my body,
Fraying at the scars,
I bleed into my open hands,
And he holds out his arms.

There’s nothing so painful,
But I didn’t stop it from happening,
Because as bad as it hurts now,
It felt so good falling.

And I would fall again,
Just as I’ll leave it outside my chest,
Because as much as it hurts,
I can’t help but hope for the best.


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