Otoño. Fall.

You just wanted to fly
with Lucy
with diamonds
and you thought
if you fell
it would hurt less
with those pills
inside of you
like one of those teddys
with little balls
you used to play with
you wouldn't break a bone

They say it didn't hurt you.

I used to think that
sometimes
you flew with me
I was wrong
You've always flown
with the ones you made your rivals
but,
if so
why did it hurt me?