the fall
my summer is over.
the leaves have begun to fall
from all the pretty trees.
so i lay here
dreaming of everything
that was allowed to be.
the season started with misery.
i sweet talked with death.
every inch of my body
was made of lead.
things were getting incredibly heavy.
the days briefly appeared
then quickly fled.
in a matter of minutes,
sunrises turned into sunsets.
my days were short lived.
i had no purpose.
understand:
i felt no love.
my hopelessness grew immensely.
i sat debating:
if i should run back to him.
life was on track to take a dramatic turn.
i was soon about to hit an all time low.
then you...
a boy of seventeen,
calling me princess,
making me feel
oh so lovely.
i was no longer balancing
on the edge separating
the ideas of being alive
and feeling dead.
now my world
was lit up
like a tree on christmas eve.
life began to be
merry and dandy.
then
you kissed me.
and all i knew
was that i did not want
you to leave me.
i confess...
i will miss you.
so consider this a goodbye.
farewell,
until we meet again.
goodbye to you
and to our sweet, little
summer thing.