hanging onto the cliff’s edge, i dangled

as a teenager with high ambitions, i clung

to that rock face, 

content to live with my old ways,

too desperate

too scared to take the leap of faith

too worried to risk smothering that hope:

those imaginary friends that spoke in my head

murmuring soflty

of unseen galaxies and neverlands and escape

friends that seemed more real

than any in reality

that’s when you appeared

straight out of the mist

like that moment prince charming

rode gallantly so on his horse

to save the princess from the dragon

in that beautiful voice of yours

you told me to let go

but . . . what if i fall? i’d asked

i’ll catch you

you had said

don’t worry

you had said

i looked down

and saw you then

as a teenager begging to get out of her own head

i saw you

as a warm bed of feathers

glistening pristine white

promising safety

sanctuary

something real

a life beyond my prison

i lived in my head, in the clouds

dangling high above the earth

and so 

beckoned by your promises

seduced by your passion

i drank your words

up like ambrosia

as a teenager dizzied by the promise of love, a hopeless romantic

i let go

and i started f

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so damn hard,

caught up in the adrenaline rush

caught up in the promises

caught up my hope

caught up in you

as i

fell

blindly into your trust

fell

blindly into your love

as a teenager

so damn blind

i 

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so

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went my bones

my flesh

my dreams

as if taunting me for even hoping

that i’d ever escape the lies

as a teenager, 

too shocked to be heartbroken yet

still wondering why you could not catch me, save me

still not realizing that you were the dragon

as i felt

my dreams 

splinter

on the rocks below the cliff's edge

the ambrosia now a bitter, cloying tang

spoiling

against my tongue

but as a teenager

in broken pieces on the floor

plagued with regret

i knew that i could've never guessed

that

falling for you, your ambrosia

would mean falling apart

i’ll catch you

you had said