Mistaken.

This isn't my best writing, but it is insanely emotional.

And suddenly
I am not flying
But falling
94 stories down,
Rushing into the wind
Cold
And Bitter.
It grabs violently at my body
And screeches in my ears
Mocking laughter
Cruelty.
I turn to find you but you are gone.
I've lost you.
You are still standing at the top
94 stories up
And I am still falling
94 stories down.
"It was for the best."
I was never flying
But falling
Graceful
And without fear
Confident that you'd catch me at the end.
Now I am all too aware that I am on my own
Was on my own
Will be on my own.
I am colliding with cement
Shattered
Broken
On the wretched streets that never let me go
Possessive
And greedy
They tie me down
Bind me to the godforsaken ground.

I want to fly- I want so badly to fly.
I want so badly to fly.
You've let me go
And I'm falling for no one but you.