Falling

My love dangles on a string
hopelessly free falling
just to be picked up and dropped again

never seeing a end
the light fades and pirouettes through slow motion
as tears dry
and the feeling becomes numb,
usual

losing my breath
pale dusty skin
white washed and brittle,
falling for so long
air now gone

hollow and dead, yet i feel free
free from falling
from the black obis that embraced my world
covered me up and made me numb

empty like a box now
my walls stand strong but are useless
fragile and incomplete the box will remain there
forever
until its picked and held tightly.