Loving you was like jumping from a cliff. I knew it was wrong, but I tried it anyways to see what was at the bottom. The jump was hesitant, my heart stopped and my eyes were wide open. When I was falling I felt like a new me was being discovered. Along the way I would bounce and tumble off of different rocks. Those different rocks were the red flags that my friends told me about, but I didn’t listen. Falling wasn’t the painful part, it was the landing, hitting rock bottom. The end of you and me. I knew how it was going to end, but I jumped anyways. I guess you could say I was willing to fall, willing to see what a love could be. It was when I hit rock bottom that I discovered that there never was love.
I was never in love with you, I just lost my mind, I lost who I was.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for the way you looked at me.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for that soft button up shirt you always wore.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for that head of brown hair.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for the way you called me darlin’.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell in love for the way you called my name.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for your enthusiasm for life.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for your truck.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for the way your sweatshirt smelled.
I didn’t fall in love,
I fell for our status.
I didn’t fall in love with you,
I fell for, I never did love.
By: Leslie Lamb
