Falling is not the problem.
Breaking is not the problem.
It's when you reach the hard ground,
Still and paralysed.
Cracked and overflowing.
Reduced to nothing.
Filled with so much love and resentment,
That's truly the problem.
It's when you fall into hands unable to catch you.
It's when you hear "I got you"
And believe those words,
That's the problem.
The problem is when we close our eyes.
Because right that second,
Is when they move their hands.
-Zee
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PoetryGetting to know her. Others. Love. Hate. Promises and heartbreak Sometimes writing poetry helps with emotions. Sometimes it just adds gasoline to the fire. In the end, it's worth it. Always.
