Catch Me.

10-13-09

She dropped me

                        let me fall and then

                                    caught me

                                                before I crashed

                        and then she

                                    dropped me

                                                            again.

and she caught me quicker

            this time around.

                        i was comfortable.

            she dropped me

                                                once

                                                            more

and i felt reassured she would

                        catch me

                                    but she let me fall

                                                and

                                                            shatter.

i lay broken and openly damaged.

            she became my killer of layers.

                        my trust used to be given, not earned.

                        now it’s on guard and reserved.

i wait for the day you let me

 fall

                                    and don’t step in to

                                                            catch me.