in fall                                                                                                              
we joined                        
the                                                                                
fiery leaves                                                  
as they                              
tumbled
and flew                                                                                      
gracefully                                          
in a                      
type                                                                                                
of beautiful                              
dance                                                                      
to settle                                                                                              
on the                
ground                                                      
safe and                                                                                                          
sound                                                                              
*grab my hand
we'll fall together

i blend into crowds
there's nothing overly standout-y about me
i'm not that ugly                            i'm not that pretty
i'm average height                              
brown eyes, hair, white skin
crossing the border a little on width
i don't call much attention to myself
but even when i do                            
i do some strange things                    
because no one looks at me              
and if they do,                                      
i'm oblivious because i'm not looking at them                                      
i'm average    
but you saw                  
something amazing                          
in me                                    
and somehow
you fell for me        
as i feel for you                

we stand out
together
now

people say                                                                        
they hate being home alone                                          
for too long                                                                      
it's too quite.                                                                    
they play music, the TV is on                                        
just so they wont feel so alone                                      
i love being alone
no one is here
to expect anything of me
so i do more than if
everyone is home, and asking me
to do things, because i'm not.
i'm alone all the time                                                      
so being physically alone                                              
almost feels like you're here                                        
not them, you                                                                  
like you're simply sleeping
in our shared bedroom
because you didn't get to sleep
until late//early morning
you were too busy
watching me sleep, and keeping me safe
so you didn't sleep until you were sure
i was okay

i reached my hand into the fireplace today
just then actually                        
i was bored, and wasn't thinking
other than the fact, that it was so pretty
and delicate,
i just wanted to touch it                          
so i reached in                                          
and it took too long                          
for feeling and sense to kick in
because my finger is now
blistered