Fell and Broke

And so I fell. And fell. And fell. And fell for a thousand of times. And then I broke. A n d b r o k e. A n d b r o k e. A n d b r o k e as many times as I fell. I don’t know what will happen if I fall again. I don’t exactly heal every time I fall and break, I just suffer excruciating continuous breaking. I don’t know what will happen if I fall again. I am honestly near to being powdered. So maybe, if I fall the next time, I’ll be crushed into granules, or maybe particles. Who knows how hard I am gonna fall and how broken I’ll get? But, if the next time will be the last time I get to fall before I am pulverized into nothing, I’ll still choose to fall for you. Even if I know how this will affect me. I’ll still choose to fall for you, Even though it was you to whom I fell a thousand of times. Even though you were the reason I am this broken. Because, all along, I believe, you are worth it. So, even if this is the last chance I’ll get, I’ll still choose to fall and break for you. Cause, that’s how I love you.