You held me so close, so protectively, in your arms. You murmured those words of love, of possession, and all I saw was you. But no longer.
I can see the edge. The murmurs have stopped, I'm looking away, your arms are holding me too tight. Independence? You're with me, but I am not here. I'm not drowning in you any longer. The edge is near, a new feeling, wild, crazy, me.
I can't not jump when I'm at the edge.