To Fly

So i'm not entirely sure how this works so if it isn't perfect bare with me i'll get it eventually.

i've recently been lifted up by a girl and everything was going great but rather unexpectedly i had the floor pulled out from under me. I usually bounce back from these things but i couldn't shake this one so i wrote this tell me what you think

To Fly

To truly be free, how nice it would be, to jump in the air without a care of falling maybe here or there, not landing anywhere. Not bound by the laws that show us our flaws not on the map the draws out our lives going on without a cause. We are all given the opportunity to fly but by the time we realize its too late to even try so why even bother? Its never known how most of our chances are blown, that we possibly could have flown but went down the wrong path. Like the trail which you blaze is thickly covered with haze, you find yourself in a daze for days and are stuck thinking of ways to improve the situation. You drudge and judge whether its worth it to drag through the mud or if the excursion is a dud throughout being “happy” with your stud. But little did you know that you had only just to go a little further so that you could see the reality of how blissful you could be on a path much more free that could accentuate your beauty and allow you to be yourself fully and truly. This path is my runway but now I just want to run away because you continue to go his way. It hurts to watch your wings remain stuck and your flap is lost in a rut but its just my luck that I'm in no position to clean off the muck like an oil spill on a duck but instead I’ll smile so you can keep yours and I’ll tell you that you two are off the Richter even though I know he’s your restrictor. And if the day never comes then I hope you have fun as you continue to run fatigued by the heat of the sun believing that you have won the ultimate prize. But should the day come that the spell has been undone and your world has been completely torn apart and it feels like you heart will never be the same like a thrown dart to the brain and your life starts to move in the far right lane, I’ll be your shoulder on which you can cry, I’ll be your springboard off of which you can try to build up the strength to once again fly and soar high and pass the world by. And I wont move from my spot until you tell me you don’t want me there that you can stand up bare without me as your armor and that you yourself harbor the strength you need to go out and succeed. This, this is my creed for my heart mind and soul to read that I will use to breed the courage that I need to continue my life of servitude knowing that with it I will never be rude and as long as it stands there will never be a feud between want and do. You can’t want something that isn’t possible to do. So I won’t want to fly because I won’t have you.