Your fall

Down in the slums.
You have no choice but to go.
On cloud nine,
there's where I hope to make my home.

If I could start it all over again.
If only.
If only the world hadn't sunk my hopes.
I wouldn't be here.

If only you didn't fall from the sky,
your feathers wouldn't have been rustled.
If only. If only i tried harder.
Then maybe.

But if you never fell,
I would never have met you.
I'm just so selfish.

Your wings look beautiful.
However, once bitten, twice shy.
It pains my heart.
Not to be able to be able to see you fly.

If only.
I had gathered the courage,
to boost you up earlier.
You wouldn't have to feel
that sharp razor piercing my heart.
And whatever you feel,
I feel two-fold.

Im sorry.
Those streaks of tears that cover your face.
Its not your fault.
Its not you, its me.

I say that.
In hopes that you will fly off again.
Back to cloud nine.
Leaving me in the slums.

Back in the slums,
looking back at the better yesterday.
I look at the sky, knowing you are up there somewhere.
My tears mark the bitter tomorrow.

But it was better this way.
For you.
For me.
For us.