I am tired of putting so much care
Into the words I choose for you,
Because of you,
It just doesn't mean that much to you.

A friend in class,
Showed me a message her boyfriend
Sent her:

*"I say you're not you
When you wear makeup
Because you spend
So much time
Making yourself
Look like a rose,
When I fell in love
With your roots"

and
i don't know
if this is me
just overreacting,
but
the only reason it scares me
when the wind causes my bedroom door to slam shut,
is because
i'm deeply afraid
that
i'll get used to the sound of people leaving.

I am breathing leaves.
Autumn travels through my lungs,
Swirling, storming around my rib cage.
Everything is dying around me,
Within me and I can't make it

**Stop.