Jump.

When you asked me to jump

I forgot the concept of falling.

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"What goes up,

Must come down."

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The cliffs from which I fell, watched

As the waves came, rolling.

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"All is fair,

In Love and War."

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These were the words I murmured

When the sea became choking.

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An Insight:

Whilst writing this poem, it occurred to me that I don't think I have ever fallen for someone without first thinking how this could end... Countless times I am proven wrong in the throws of dating, but the alternative is never jumping. And a life without that thrill before the fall would render most poets contentless.

I guess all hopeless romantics are adrenaline junkies in that sense.

Living for the thrill.

Regardless of the fall.

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LB xo