For all of the special somethings
I did for my special someone
Who made me feel like no one

He would catch every falling flake
Just so it doesn't melt me with it

You're not my sunshine
You're my candle
I don't want to share your light
As you lead me out of the dark

I want to push him down
into a pile of leaves
Laughing the way children do
I'd fall backwards and he'd catch me
Looking into his beautiful green eyes
resembling the still crisp evergreens
Oh, the trees would be jealous
But also proud-
for their leaves were not wasted
We would lay and watch
the world move on around us
Flowers wilting
Clouds fleeing
Snow eventually following
When its time to fall
into his arms once more
not wrapped in leaves
But in blankets of his love

Slithering between his sheets
will only lead to venom
coursing through damaged veins
leading into a run-down system
into a long abandoned heart
Of which
he took the last piece

I could have been something
But your fire
had boiled me down to nothing

Your eyes are so good
You can see all the pieces

Your hands are so strong
They can pick them all up