Leaves rustle
in
the wind
falling off
one
by one
as autumn
turns
to winter.

It's winter
now
by old counts
and ours
now too,
but winter
feels
like autumn
still,
and even spring
before it.

Why do the airs
warm our world,
and how long
will it last?

Will I still see
leaves rustle
in the
wind
as I lay
dying?

On Valentines Day
I don't belong
The love I've had has come and gone

No roses now delighting me

No heart shaped box of sweets
To bring me joy, it seems

But memories beside me sleep
To waken only in my dreams

Let's pretend we are not in love

And go on walking

So I can fall for you

All over again

I learnt what 17 meant: recklessness, glassy eyes and a firestorm in someone else's chest.

19: a smile carelessly left in the crook of my neck, an hour shy of a sunrise and a firestorm in my chest.

i don’t buckle my seatbelt
anymore

Hold my hand,
But push me under,
Still my beating heart,
I can't hold my breath,

Don't leave my side,
But **** me quickly,
Just make me drown,
Make your peace today,

The water fills my lungs,
I'll slip into the empty,
And in your hands,
I'll die by them as well.