"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
When you told me you wanted to be a writer I forgot I was one.
All the broken pieces of my heart I had clawed up and out from my chest Presented to the world,
Every powerful line I had recklessly sliced myself with trying to Patent my fingerprint onto a page,
All the needles I had used trying to sew new worlds together
Forgotten.
It was as if my pain meant nothing To me, At the mention Of you.
I now realize that this was the first time of many in which I smalled myself in order to exalt your image
Author's Note
The support I've been getting for this book has been astounding. Seriously. I'm in shock.
Today's dedication goes to rsahmk because of all her lovely comments in the last chapter. Thank you so much! I can't put into words how much it means to me that you guys are enjoying this book so far. If you vote and comment, the next dedication could be you!
I hope everyone is staying safe this season. Quarantine, wash your hands and don't touch your face. See you guys next week!
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