For Whitney Houston

They drove you to the edge of the most beautiful cliff,
And you could see the world, so beautiful, but you couldn’t turn back.
The crowd was too thick.
Swarming like flies amongst decay,
But girl you fought back a good few times.
You were strong.
Cleared the pathway to be pushed back again,
to the same view, which with time became tiresome.
You can’t appreciate the beauty when you’re forced to stand there,
No escape, it ruined the landscape.
They didn’t mean it. The pushes weren’t with bad force,
More with love and excitement,
to put you on a pedestal, to worship you.
But that love was selfish when you pleaded to stand beside them, but were made to feel that your place was at the edge of that cliff,
And it was once a beautiful view,
But the dark sky came and the stars faded,
You were a star, so they kept you there, stood far away.
Hoped to see your light shine,
They didn’t want to see you decline.
But they didn’t want to give you space to breathe,
The freedom to leave and walk on normal ground,
Refuel before you turn back round and could appreciate the beauty of that land.
They drove you to the edge of the most beautiful cliff,
And their applause was so loud that you began to stumble,
They’re hearts beating so loud for you that they couldn’t hear the cliff crumble,
And you screamed,
And stupidly they screamed too, like schoolgirls at a boyband concert.
Too excited, with a love so selfish, so strong that it pushed you off.
And you fell.
They drove you to the edge of the most beautiful cliff,
And you were so beautiful.

Written in 2015 ©

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s