I am free falling at 90 miles per
hour with the taste of you on my
lips and the echo of your words in
my ears. i am free falling at 90
miles per hour but i have no desire to stop,
yet i know perfectly well
that the ground will end my descent
and wake me from this dream where
falls do not break me and eyes do not
see me and cold hands cannot touch me
and lies do not float so gently off
your tongue.
hour with the taste of you on my
lips and the echo of your words in
my ears. i am free falling at 90
miles per hour but i have no desire to stop,
yet i know perfectly well
that the ground will end my descent
and wake me from this dream where
falls do not break me and eyes do not
see me and cold hands cannot touch me
and lies do not float so gently off
your tongue.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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