the crevice

it's like i'm standing on a crevice, one foot on each side.
i'm level, weighted, to the point where i can't shift over to one side or the other...
the only other safety i have is a harness secured around me.
i fall down, down into the abyss of air surrounding me,
it's like i life without feelings, without love, without friendship
then i get pulled back up with elasticity from that harness that keeps me from going into darkness of the heart;

you see i lot my balance, so i stepped out towards the only direction i knew of stability: love.
somehow i got caught in between, in between friendship, and love.
i feel so secure, and never want to change...
no matter how hard i try to forget one side, or push off of it
it's there, part of me now,
so there's me. standing on the crevice with one foot on one side, and one foot on the other.
in the middle, love and friendship.
stuck together.