Crash Landing

I went soaring again on the wings of love but at this moment I'm so lonely I could die I must be a fool because I still haven't learned that only birds know how to fly. I was totally convinced that I had found the real thing because this time it just felt so right I met a young woman who seemed like the one and so together we took off on our flight. At first it went well, our soaring was nice we ran into no trouble at all then just when I thought my dreams had come true I found myself beginning to fall. I struggled and fought to find something to grab but there was nothing at all to be found thus, I held my breath and did the only thing left I prepared myself for hitting the ground. I hit the ground hard, like ten tons of brick it didn't kill me, though I've often wished that it had I didn't break one bone, yet here I sit all alone and I have never in my life felt so bad. Now each morning I get up and try to figure it out I sit alone quite dazed and confused my heart is not as sore as the morning before but my pride seems mortally bruised. I still want to fly and maybe one day I will try because I still need true love and understanding but I must learn from this mistake, for my own heart's sake because I may not survive another crash landing. by Benjamin Macieo Davis ThePrinceofPoetry