I tried to stop myself; to pull myself back from the edge before I could feel the rush of looking down. My heartbeat running faster than I could chase it. Hope is exhilarating. It is freedom until it is the cage. Stopping you from feeling, from being; a prison for my tattered ego. I thought wrong, I felt wrong, I am wrong. This changes nothing except my hope and that was a feeling I should have left dead on the pavement before I saw you, before I felt you, before I longed for a taste of you. So you robbed me of nothing. My soul is a thrift store for unsure hearts wanting to be reminded...