What will be, was.

by distractingdelusions

I still see you falling.
It was no accident I caught you there.
Unambiguous lovers,
we were nothing to each other except in that moment when gravity called
and your eyes, so wild with fear,
so quick to change to anger as you saw me, knew –
I came to stop you.
You dreamt someone would save you
but you doubted,
fell without assurances.
And for a moment you felt something real.
The promise of oblivion closing in, head first.
Bitter idiot.
I dragged you back screaming,
and once the tears passed
you loved me for a while, until you hated me.
And the cycle again.
Together we failed you.
Together, we will mourn.
What will be, was.
No one won.