Falling to you
I drew a line up the bathroom wall,
Climb it daily, slip and stall.
Your voice leaks through the plumbing pipes
Soft and wrong like spoiled advice.
You smell like wet rags and metal rain,
But I forget that every day.
I lace my boots with warnings,
Still end up barefoot in your bed.
Falling to you, not for you.
Again with the grace of a mid-shift crash.
I claw the dirt like it owes me traction
But my knees just laugh.
I swear I'm leaving,
My genes are made to lose
It’s not love,
It’s just pain I hate to lose
Your couch is made of former friends,
Your sheets still smell like self-defense.
You kiss like an argument losing steam—
But I still wake up mid-sentence.
You cling to me like mildew
Said “Next time, try the window.”
But I come back like taxes and cancer
Falling just slow enough to notice.
Falling to you, not for you.
Like spilled food down a second shirt.
It’s clumsy, it's clear,
It’s a little rehearsed.
I wear my shame like your cologne
Faint, but mean.
I’m not falling in love,
I’m just falling between.
Sunk cost dripped in dirty honey
Cover up my cuts with money
Swimming pool filled with holes
Lurking monster licks my toes
Falling to you, not for you.
This isn’t fate
It’s just poor grip and weak hands
I climb out daily,
But the slope’s too slick.
Love’s not a feeling
It’s a bad magic trick.
So here I go again
Stupid knees, soft light.
Back in your room
Where everything
Feels almost right.
Falling... to you.
Not for you.