I tend to say sorry a lot.
Mostly because i feel like
everything is my fault.

There is no need for alcohol when I can get drunk just by looking into your eyes.

Autumn
is my favorite
season because
it's cool
with traces of
cinnamon
drifting off dying leaves and
through the air.

It's landscape
awash
with bright yellows and
warm reds, oranges.

It's like Autumn
is Mother Nature's
last effort
to give people
another reason to
stay
for a bit
longer.

Are you trying to protect me?

Or are you trying to protect yourself from me?

Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything and everyone we used to love?

And then she said,
"mirror mirror on the wall,
why can't everyone else look at me
the same way i see myself in you''.

And now that everything is great I'm just waiting for the storm to come and destroy my beautiful moment.
Sad I guess.