Cliff Diving

I sense a dangerous pattern in the making- proved twice already, who knows how many times in the future. I, quietly watching as you walk, appreciating the shape of you, the angles of you, everything of you, grow dark. Feeling myself waning away in your shadow, your beautiful shadow, you become my everything. To the point where I don't recognize myself. To the point where I don't like myself. But I can't stop, I'm tumbling head over heels down a cliff- I know where it lands and still I allowed myself to lean too far.