But you won't catch me.
Landing out this time.
But you didn't push me.
But you didn't pull me.
"I can't help it if you're falling"
I'm assuming he says.
I never asked directly,
I'm the one who takes the blame.
And I chose this consciously,
Because I can't ask for someone to pull me.
Because I can't scream that I'm falling.
Because not to be pushed should be enough.
But it's never going to be enough.
Not for me. Not with us.
I asked for a rope,
But either you don't have it
Or you didn't get my note.
The same way I couldn't help it when I met you.
But this time,
Out of love.
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