Falling out of love is like falling off a cliff
Like pulling the person you love off a cliff while you jump
Because eventually the other person falls out of love too, even if you go first
Imagine pushing the person you love off a cliff.
I don’t know what’s at the bottom
I’ve been so fixated on not losing my balance
So when I tipped over and grabbed his jacket, he came tumbling down too
And we’re falling, falling, falling free, and the fall is slow, slow, slow…
The impact sudden.
Raleigh women's art collective 