I had a fight with my boyfriend
a bleeding lip
black eyes
black tears from my mascara
I run, so fast away from him
I run up a million stairs
burst open the top roof door
and a cold breez pushes into
my face sending chills down
my spine and my hair blows
back
Im breathing heavy
my throat is sore
my eyes are so sore
but i dont care anymore
not about me
I step up on the ledge
look down to the lights
feeling so hollow, i dont like
this, want the feeling to go
My torn white blouz shows
my black bra
My feet bleeding from standing
on glass,
he comes running up the
stairs after me
stops dead at the door
and tells me to jump
I inhale deeply
I put one foot infront of the other in mid air,
and the
other one follows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem