First poem I have ever written since ninth grade (currently second year in college)
Her, not me
Crashing, falling, unable to stop.
Dwelling in the deep, cold dark,
No longer standing on top;
Barely surviving on a spark.
Holding on to anything to live on.
Never giving up on the now.
Realizing that we have gone;
Getting out, we did not know how.
To believe in others was our hope,
To be able to live another day.
We would be able to cope
With the terrors ahead of us did lay.
I glanced at her and everything came to be;
She would be the one to leave, not me.
A little sad, but I think fitting. Let me know what you think.