Gravity.

A Poem by =

Even though I could jump
You always pulled me back in
Like gravity.

I know now that it's
For the best, that you
Left, this time,
For good.

And I can accept that,
probably, it was my fault.
You grew tired
And ran out of excuses.

Excuses to stay, to not
Break both of our hearts.
But now I'm tired,
and the air tastes bitter.

And even now you're gone
You're always there
Like gravity.