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I Find Myself Chasing Highs Only To Jump From Them

I Find Myself Chasing Highs Only To Jump From Them

I find myself chasing highs only to jump from them. But no, I am no comet. I am just a girl — all sunset eyes and gasoline. All dust grain and stale cigarettes. Shaky lips and broken mugs. Broken matches. Scissors running over my skin. Is it so bad then — wishing for my bones to finally break this time? I find myself chasing highs only to jump from them, so save my poems and all my tales. Save me the apologies I cannot say. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. “It’s not enough.” “No, it’s not. It’s okay.” Save me the apologies I cannot say. And once more, I find myself chasing highs only to jump from them. And this time, darling, there is no way to survive the fall.

—Fray Narte

Alphonse Lamartine

Experienced Editor with a demonstrated history of working in the online media industry. Skilled in Content Writing, Content Curation, Proofreading, Social Media, and Editing. You can find me writing mostly about relationship issues at work.View Author posts