Just breathe.
I know she takes your breath away,
I know your admiration
Lies in her presence.
But why her?
Why not me?

And you know that shatters me,
Me and my heart until,
Very slowly,
Nothing becomes of me.

So next time,
Next time you forget
To overwhelm those lungs of yours,
Please let it be for me.

Let me subdue your thoughts,
Vanquish your love for her,
Be inevitable,
And even breathe for you.

You were the one
Who left me shattered,
Resembling a useless mirror.
But apparently you,
You were the one
Who was left high and dry.

But you were the one
At least I thought you were.
Undying happiness
Swiftly left for sorrow,
The comforting words you spoke,
Soon to be daggers
Slicing with devastation.

You were the one
Who had me hooked.
Who changed me,
So even useful mirrors left me blind.

Your were the one
That I had to let go
To save myself.

You were the one
Who left me broken.

It embraces me
In its autumnal efforts,
And braces me
For the forces to come.

In the lightest times,
In some of the darkest days,
I am welcome to so many,
Yet I only see some.

I begin to fog those summer days
And the events in the midst,
The woodland animals come into view,
But I miss the grasshopper's hum.

In between the auburn leaves,
The glow of warmth still sets,
As I watch the end of summer die
And brush it under my thumb.

The eternal wonder
Of being above,
Among the suspended clouds
And who knows what else.

No clue where you are,
But the distant memory
Of where you once were,
Not necessarily your destination.

Pure significance of being stranded,
A vision of blue
Flooding through your veins.

It's no longer the love confession
Of her luscious eyes.
It's the secret obsession
Of telling secrets that die.

From spilling her lustrous ways
To confiding in the strangers,
Of whom you'll never greet.
Is that what we've become?

Creating words
That will still be read,
When the depths of their lungs
Will no longer be able to breathe,
Those precious words
That once were the release of feeling,
Through their delicate lips.

Whether it comes from your eyes
In distress,
Tasting as bitter as your feelings.

Or from the vast ocean
That you will never swim to the other side of,
Looking as endless as the pain
That you so innocently prescribe yourself.