I'm falling for you.

Grasping clue-

lessly for something

to break my fall.

But the rope I'm grasping for

has been gnawed.

I'm hopelessly falling

with nothing to stop me.

Ironically

this is the first time I feel free.

Free of the ropes of rejection

and false perfection.

I can hear you screaming.

Telling me to try just a little bit harder.

To grasp onto the rope.

But if those bonds are my last hope,

then I have none.

If the only thing that can save me

is my insecurities.

Then I don't want to be saved.

The pain in that "security" isn't worth it.

They make me feel like a slave.

I'm calling for you.

to fall with me too.

But the ropes are enticing.

Telling you if you only serve them

they will always be your friend.

Now, that's a lie.

All they want to do it tie.

You down.

Just cut free,

and fall with 

me.