The Pointed Edge

So here i am, standing at the edge of the pointed cliff. Underneath me has so much more to offer.

Your behind me and i know it. I can smell your shirt and hear the fast thumps in your chest. You know how i am.

So now your standing. Staring at the back of me with your heart in your throat and the clouds in your eyes, holding your breath and waiting for something to happen.

I don't dare to turn back to the past behind me but what you see, you believe is the future.

I could say it was killing me, but it hasn't. I could say that my i was tearing in two, but i haven't. i could say i feel numb like the cold has froze all my insides and that its taking far too long to thaw out. sick of waiting?

Yeah, I'm a little annoyed and frustrated so no one is going to speak but we both wait and see who shatters the silence first.

Your near me now and my mind is a little distracted on your bright green colored eyes as they turn down to look at your palm placed on my face.

So your upset now and its your problem and i need to fix that quick as my heart begins to fight the ice just for your timid soul. I cant see you like this.

Your expression is begging me to stay strong. Your breathing is crying for me to hold you and your eyes are searching for love.

So my body turns to-wards yours as we meet so close your head is resting on my shoulder and its wearing me down but i stay strong for you and i keep quiet. i have to be there for you. What am i doing?

We both take little steps away from the edge of the cliff together. I'm struggling not the hold back as i think of what could be and as we both walk together you tell me everything once more and all is OK now. Its OK because i love you.

Walking back home as i walk away form the pointed cliff, i imagine what beneath it still has to offer but i cant think about that anymore. Its over and it is no longer said until the next time you drive me closer to-wards the edge.