But Only Questions Can Fester
Why would I want to fall in love
when love should lift me up?
Why would I want to fall?
Is she supposed to catch me?
Is that how falling works?
What if she doesn’t catch me?
What if she doesn’t want to?
Then my emotion has nowhere to go
Then I have nowhere to go
but into the abyss of self-pity.
How could I know to catch myself?