It Gets Better

January 8, 2011
You penetrate my thoughts like my tears seep through your love notes.
Standing on top
Never felt so good,
Yet so bad.

Icy eyes betrayed our forbidden love.
You wanted to fall,
but I stayed,
hoping things would get better.

On top of that building you stood.
"Jump" they said,
but I preferred to stay here,
a light in an imperfect world.

You leapt from the top of the world.
Took a fall,
hit the ground hard,
at peace with yourself.

I am still trapped in a realm of darkness.
Suicide notes fill my journals,
my room fills with tears,
all because of you.

But I still stay.
Not leaping,
nor jumping.
Because it will get better.

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