Poisoned

what's the point if you don't even try? Yes, I know (I know, but maybe don't fully understand). I know it may be stupid; the ill-advised, ill-defined tantrum of but a small fry leaping out of water, blind to where it'll land. I know, but don't fully understand, but do you understand? That you have to try? You have, at least once, to let yourself reach for something― well, maybe you don't have to, but I do. I'm not strong enough to stay here and make it better, I'm not clever enough to not mind. I couldn't live with myself otherwise, so here's my only other choice. I have to know love. So I finally let myself run head first into danger. Poisoned by the naïve idea that I might be able to love myself without compromise. So I choose to throw away the bright future ahead promised by the currents that've been carrying my thus far. Poisoned by kindness. I leap, unforgiving fool that I am, and so there's a me who will have to face the uncertainty of the landing. Because, I think I can, I…