When I fell, you did not catch me, but moved aside and let me hit your feet because it
Was easier to walk all over me and have me thank you for the footprints left
It was brief, but hard to forget
Tell me why it was so easy to breathe in and out compliments and fallacies as a reinforcement
Of our foundation. A facade disguised as a full face beat and hair extensions worthy
Of daily celebration and your eyes. Taking it all in. A telling tale of righteousness
And sin a mirror of infatuation. If only our deepest sighs were pure honesty, maybe
Then my fall would have landed softly right next to yours and we would sit on the floor
Close enough to heal hands and hold hearts. Comfortably. Together. Then again, what were we?
