My Darling

Simply six days into june,
I met a boy.
His face was pale and his laugh was as sweet as sugar.
He spoke to me,
and let me speak to him.
 
Why?
Why did I have to fall for that darling voice,
That darling face,
Even those darling eyes of his entranced me.
 
How is it that the same darling boy,
Could make me feel as if the world around me was no longer crumbling?
The ground beneath my feet finally steadied.
Until I stepped.
 
I stepped back.
The ground began to sliver.
I left it for  while,
I thought I was no longer wanted.
The ground fell,
I fell with it, further and further.
Into the dark.
 
The abyss was cold, sorrowful.
Now, well, now I’m stuck.
I will never be able to return to the safety of the ground beneath my feet.
The feeling of his hold now gone from my mind.
 
I have begun,
To crack…