Like my memories of you,
perhaps I was too harsh.
I could never admit to my own failings,
even though they sat so big
at the back of my mind.
A fall was coming, I could feel it
and I ran over the edge
with blissful abandon.

It’s not about how you land though,
it’s about how you fall - and I fell horribly.

The ground is hard,
I found,
but not as hard as you.
You’re granite
and you’re the panic in me.

I just couldn't see through
all the reels and reels,
and I couldn't resist
all my feels.

My concepts are all broken now, like me.