'falling in love' you say.

but i feel like i'm falling off of a cliff.

hurting for you.

and the fear in my eyes

when you tell me you love me,

it's real.

but you aren't.

and maybe i'd rather

fall off a cliff to my death

than hear you tell me

'i love you'

and it hurts

and i'd rather be falling down.

Will you catch me?

Or will something else catch me? Perhaps catch 22?