I’m ready for fall.
I’m ready for
My leather jacket,
which I wear like a second skin;
My fingerless gloves,
somehow both practical and not;
My trusty boots, clomping fearlessly through any weather;
Flannel every day, a timeless pattern;
A bitter breeze balanced by a lemon sun to make the perfect temperature.
I’m ready to watch the leaves turn to flames and dance through the neighborhoods,
I’m ready to smell the cider and pumpkin in every store.
I’m ready to start planning a disguise, to hide from the Hallow’s spirits.

I’m ready for fall,
the best season of all.

I can feel the sadness sitting in my chest, lapping against my ribcage like an agitated ocean. The tide is rising. I’ll have to fight to survive today. I wish the ocean would just stay calm, that warm waters could be all that flow through my veins. Instead, I feel like a broken faucet - spouting hot water one moment and cold water the next.

A storm stuck me today,
and you were the sunshine that
drove it away.

I
can't
stand
this
torture
anymore-
my heart is trapped in an iron maiden,
bleeding out more and more,
I can barely breathe
through this pain.

Why don't I just
explode
already?

My cheeks are still warm
from the blush you left me,
and I can’t get your smile
out of my head
(Not that I’d want to)
I worry that I’m falling too fast,
but my heart is a force to be reckoned with,
And it’s set a course to you.

And suddenly
when I look at you
my heart flutters
in way that it hasn’t done
in a long time.