the autumn leaves fell
as your eyes became
the only thing i see
you rip me open,
but filled with truth and unawareness
they're like the sharpest thorns.

i cut myself
                        again.
and i'm still bleeding
it never stopped
i never broke away.
pain from roses?
almost not so painful.
it doesn't even burn,
it just keeps bleeding
          till you're done.

someday all these flowers will be gone
but there will be new ones to grow.
and dead trees will just keep existing
they neither breathe,
nor feel.
the same way i can't tell the difference
which pain is thrill,
and which is real.

*the autumn leaves fell
as your eyes became
my sweetest nightmare
you still rip me open.
perhaps paths crossed
but we passed by
the garden faded out forever.

They forgot to tell you it's not always easy,
that just because the ocean seems so
calm at night
doesn't mean it doesn't ache
for morning.
They forgot to tell you it takes time,
that weeks may feel like hours
and months may feel like years.
That it only grows deeper in patience
and stronger in absence.
They forgot to tell you it speaks louder
in silence than it ever could in words,
that it listens closer when my hands
talk to yours,
that it lives inside your bones,
and not inside your heart.
They forgot to tell you it makes you
weak at the knees,
and strong in the head.
That it can fill every broken crack,
and heal every open wound.
They forgot to tell you it will leave scars.
They forgot to tell you that you can
give it all away without ever having
it given back to you.
They forgot to tell you that is okay.
They forgot to tell you that memories
don't fade away.
They forgot to tell you that it hurts.
They forgot to tell you what it means.
I'm here to tell you that it's worth it.
I'm here to tell you that you're worth it.