Standing on the edge of the world
I am holding on to you so tightly
That your hand starts to go blue.
Why are we doing this to ourselves?
We know we will have to jump eventually;
Into the unknown, into a new world;
We will have to go our separate ways.
I have loved you for so long
I will feel lost in the air
Where you should be walking,
But we are delaying the inevitable
Laughing before the vast openness.
And when you finally jump
My hand will hang
Like an awful noose
Until I have to go too.
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About the Creator
Nathaniel Corns
A 21 year old trans man stumbling his way through life. Recent English Literature and Film Studies graduate. Pagan, activist, bisexual.
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