I got this idea after reading some sad poems and thought it would probably be a good idea to write it down. Like I said, it's my first poem so you'll have to forgive me if it isn't that good. And for people who need a little reminding: This poem is basically from Dally's point of view on why he did what he did that night. ((And when I say 'falling' I mean...you know, being Dally. Being an getting into fights, getting drunk, and doing other stupid stuff))

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders...but by all accounts, I should own Darry and Johnny. It's just...S.E. Hinton says I can't call her anymore...

Falling

Falling is my favorite thing

I love the rush

It makes me feel free

But what I loved most

is how he always caught me

I was too tough

no one could hurt me

I hated him

because he saw right through me

He was the only one

the only one who could catch me

when falling could kill

and catching was deadly

I'll admit I was stupid

but I still loved the rush

and I know he'd be there

if I ever fucked up

He was too soft

didn't look out for himself

and he saved those damn kids

and couldn't save himself

I was with him

right at the end

I've never admitted

he was my best friend

I couldn't deal with it

the whole thing was wrong

how could I fall

if my net was gone

So I had to run

I had to get lost

how could he die

when he hadn't done wrong

So I did what I had to

I couldn't live on

he was always kind

and now he was gone

The bullets rang out

but I didn't regret

I had to be with my safety net

so I could fall again

I hope you liked it. Reviews are lovely...and flames will be used to heat my grilled cheese sandwich!