Fall
She pleads with them
For the allowance
The allowance to just love
To give herself
To lose herself, yet knowing she’s held high
Esteemed and adored for all she gives for the cause
The cause which is none other than love itself
Her addiction
Her poison
Her kryptonite
The only thing she can’t control
Can’t have
Can’t call her own
Because her belief is so fraught
Believing in its purity
A profound purity that could never be
Expectations already too high
before the fall has even taken place
And yet the fall is all she craves
A mix of nostalgia and innocence
And excitement and elation
