[my arms cut bravely through the sky]

my arms cut bravely through the sky
in your hands passing briefly into air
and back again. you said-
you've never drop me . . .
and i believed you.

my fists clenched tight the handlebars
your hands held fast the bicycle frame
in perfect balance. you said-
you'd never leave me . . .
and i believed you.

my fingers brushed at fearful tears
your hands ripped open scarlet marks
across my cheek. you said-
you'd never hurt me . . .
and i believed you.