Pi-e-c - e s

                                      

Oh-                                                                                                                                             

darling

I am over

falling for you.            

I miss my own

steady steps,

and my shoulderblades

are exhausted

from being so tense -

I cannot keep praying

to grow a pair of wings

when not even the stars

can keep from falling.

This world be damned

and all the loneliness in it -

I love you, terribly much,

more than any letter

could hope to define.

But I cannot keep writing

to a pair of hands

that will not hold my poetry.

I am leaving, love.

I have crash-landed

and have broken my spine,

but I can walk away,

I will walk away,

from the wreckage of my love,

And I will carry 

every fallen star

with me when I go.

by: ponderingcomplications