angel.

they call it falling because you can't fall up, you can't fall out.

I was a girl, a girl, unbroken.
I was a girl who engraved his saccharose words into my chest
and filled my head with his promises.
I was a girl who didn't need to believe in angels,
because he was my angel.
but no one can fall without getting hurt if they're afraid of the earth,
                                                                                of getting buried in the need,
     no one can fall without giving up the sky.

Because he was a boy, a boy, breaking.
he was a boy who surrounded his heart with walls of stones,
and jumped off the ledge, 
he was a boy who fell,
with me,
and thought that dragging down the weight of my heart would make our crash harder
so he let me go,
and he hit the earth,
and he shattered,
without me.

sometimes i would wonder if it was all just a dream that i would have had to wake up from, sooner or later.

no one is born to stay on the ledge of numbness, of safety and confinement.
they gave me these wings for a reason.

and then i finally realized,
i wasn't falling, I was flying.