The moment after this

This isn't supposed to be a poem. It's my heart speaking at me and my mind telling my fingers to type.

We never learn.

We know that after the feeling of falling is a big bruised mark in your heart.

Yet we continue.

Because we shouldn't teach our self not to love.

But we should learn that once we do,

We should give everything that we should,

And learn to control not to skip boundaries.

If you don't want this to start,

Don't force this feeling to end.

But even if you do, it may happen still,

Because we glued ourselves

On something dangerous

Yet real.



Mood: confused. just when I'm about to go, I findin' it hard to resist the reason to stay..