A cut above

I drove to the edge of sanity
I had just enough gas to get there

Stared over that cliff
at the city lights below

Lives in the future
eating dinner on patios built of wishes

It is a long way down
but jumping is my only option

You were always my parachute
but the holes have grown from scissors you held

Slicing at the fabric of my dreams
slashing all that could have been - if we tried

And I can't - anymore
You broke my heart, but you can't break me

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

again, such metaphor..."eating dinner on patios built of wishes"
but something or someone blew that protective umbrella away...and i am sliding down that cliff into the painful reality that we are over...
but i like the ending where the speaker becomes stronger...and basically says...i will be my own parachute.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Jacob. I am thrilled you like this one.