I don’t really like this one much, but I figure it’s better to post something than nothing at all.
God, push me off the edge.
My fingers grow cold on the barrier.
I can see it below me. Warm, inviting –
My heart’s racing and I can barely breathe
So focused on the prize that I forget where I am.
Thick metal railings block my path. I can almost taste it,
That sweet victory, the feel of my lips on yours
I just need to jump.
I haul myself over the barrier, place my foot into thin air
But I can’t move. Silver steel under my toes
And I kick and stamp but I can’t get down.
I have vertigo.
Panic. Hands clutching at me to pull me back
I wrestle away and punch the air
Rain my fists down onto nothing
Then the nothing becomes metal, and it’s me that breaks.
Everywhere I tread, a new rail.
Cold and unforgiving on my bare skin
And I can still see you below me.
I want to be there. Down there, with you.
I want to jump, but fate doesn’t want me to.