I fell for you, hard, and you let me. You were supposed to be my anchor, it was all I asked for. You were supposed to hold onto me like you promised. Letting go, you let me wander away, to the edge of a cliff that was my sanity, my life, my soul, my complete and entire existence. I looked over the edge, peeked back at you, let the wind sway me back and forth. Back and forth, almost tipping me over, over and over and over again, and with every passing second, my senses dulled, the winds wearing them away and I began to forget everything that wasn't you. Not what I'd lose, not what you'd done to me, and with all that overwhelming me, falling for you is the wrong thing to say. I took a leap of faith. Looked over the edge, said fuck it all, and jumped with all I held dear to me. Now here I am, at the bottom, with 206 shattered bones, shattered faith, shattered everything, still alive, although death is all I want to end this pain, and you do nothing. I stare at up at you peeking over the edge, watching me suffer, blank-faced. And without a thought, you turn on your heel and walk away. Never to come back to the stupid girl that gave up everything for your promise.
