falling
I don't fall in love.
I trip
and land at the feet
of a man,
awkward and clumsy,
apologizing with every breath
for my trembling hands
and shaky speech,
dusting myself off as
I try to stand, scrambling
to get away as fast as I can
and waving off any
helpful hand so
they don't see
how incredibly
stupid
I can be.
So take me down, "love"-
I'll fall
when I leave.
-Vanilla Scotch
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