11.07.09

I had reached
cloud nine and
j
u
m
p
e
d
off without a
parachute
because you
promised I could
fly. I closed my
eyes and held my
breath, much like
i did when you
would lean in to
kiss me. I spread
my wings and
continued to fall
but i was sure
you’d never lie
to me. I soon
discovered my
wings were made
of lead. What are
you supposed to
do when flying
feels like
f
a
l
l
i
n
g.