Will you catch me if I fall,
waiting for me with open arms?

Will you be there when I break,
ready to pick up the pieces?

I often wondered if this is true love.

I often wondered if we belong.

But then I wonder why you touched her,
softly with the faintest brush of your fingertips.

I saw you.

I saw her.

My world turned on its axis,
spinning out of control.

I began falling,
free falling.

Weightless as our love.

Sailing like a paper airplane,
sharp and fragile.

When I land,

crashing down to earth,

I know you won't be there

because you'll be with her.