I see you, your bright persona, the way you look at me.
The way you eye me up.
You tease. You entice.
You promise me a happier future without saying as much as a word.
I fall for you.
I fall like I told myself I never would again.
You take hold.
Every heart beat, every shallow breath; they happen for you.
You take me along for the ride and I enjoy every second.
I'd gladly spend every minute with you.
Every moment.
I let myself fall.
I told myself I wouldn't.
I recognise the signs, at least I tell myself I do.
I cling on to the hope I'm wrong.
With every muscle I cling.
But you've made me weak.
I lose my grip and you let me go,
Glad to be rid of me after pulling me in with such kindness and hope.
You let me go.
You let me go and I tell myself I'll never fall again.
I loved you, beanbag.