My desperate fall

Feeling so vulnerable fragile and left behind,
My heart feeling so hurt and bare,
Visions of an end flashed through my mind,
I pictured taking away all my care.

I had fantasised about knives but had never been so exact,
I was going to kill myself;
This was just a fact.

Then all of a sudden a shadow cast upon me,
I looked up and was faced by someone perfect for me.

Deep, intent eyes and golden brown hair,
She looked so natural and pure; incredibly rare.

She wasn’t dressed up but her comfort was priceless,
She bragged not at all and shone loads of niceness.

And as she spoke, drawing out every word,
It was all I stood for, the only thing I heard.

I spoke to her although I was so unwilling,
I only wanted to listen, her words were fulfilling.

And as we parted I felt pangs of strife
I wanted to be with her, every second of my life.

Night feel and I was ahead of myself so fast,
Blissfully planning our wedding, ignoring my past.

But my image of perfection was suddenly interrupted,
By a salty taste upon my lip,
I realise the dream I created was visibly corrupted,
And my hope sunk down like a ship.

My revelation about this unfortunate affection,
Had me looking into the mirror at my reflection.
Thinking “She’d never take me in any desperation,
I’m not pretty, too young at the most broad classification”.

Sadness surrounded me, I let out my loud call,
“Won’t you please catch me on my desperate fall?”

Number 2 for you baby :)