all the way;

all the way:

he took me to the cliff,
made me stand on the edge, and take a leaf.
not literally, but he did it.
he made me live on the edge. not the 'jump out of plane' kind, or the 'swim with sharks' kind. but the kind that took chances,
and went all the way.
he made me the hottest of hot, and at times; the coldes of cold.
but thats what he was to me,
he was my extreme, and i loved it.
he opened my eyes, to guilt, secrets, love, hate and pain.
and once again, i loved it.
he made me see opportunites. and i loved it even more.
but the one thing that i loved the most about the boy that opened my heart, was that he was everywhere; in the air i breathed, the food i tasted, the words i spoke, and the words i heard. everything to me, was him.
and when he left me, because i wasnt important to him as he was to me; i still lived on the edge.
and he was still there in every way.
but the best part was; it wasnt him that was making me feel like ice or fire when he left.
it was me. i was doing it all on my own. the cliff was mine and i was going to jump it.
and above all, i loved that it was me.

-b