i don't recall trembling this much the last time.
there were no questions, no hesitations.
no wonderment of reciprocation.
you jumped with both feet pointed downwards;
your chin held sky ward not knowing what shit beneath you was hurdling it's way closer at breakneck speeds of danger and destruction.
this time i feel the teetering,
the distinct taste of fear that wraps its self around all words and thoughts.
it crams those three words down my throat with its metallic foot,
too scared to fly past my lips and straight to where i want them to be; to you.
sometimes i feel you beside me in this place,
on this edge, too fearful to take one step forward
but too blissfully happy to take a fraction of a step backward.
you never really realize how badly someone fucked your wings until you're ready to fly.
and then the extent of the damage becomes blindingly clear.
those broken pieces still a little too mangled to trust wholeheartedly in the treacherous game of flight;
of love.
but yet i know with all of me,
every last fucked up, fractured, splintered piece of me,
i want to fly with you,
to love with you.