we fell.


deep in the valley of love.

but halfway down,

you grabbed onto a branch

and saved yourself.

afraid of where it all would lead,

afraid of letting go,

you climbed back up to safety

and let me fall on my own.

and so i loved you.

deeper than i knew i could.

and i loved you

stronger than she ever would.

but because she came first,

you threw my love away,

and chose the hurt she causes

over my healing.

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