What happens is
I get attached
I grow fond
I learn to love.

But when you leave
I lose control
I miss you
Do you miss me?

Winter’s come faster than ever before
I know it’s nice but I want more.

If I were to fall
Would you notice or fail to?
Sometimes I wonder.

the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.

Before I wake up and forget
I want to say something.
I thought I saw you last night;
Last night in a dream.

But you’re gone, and I know it.
I’ll forget you soon enough.
It’s just hard, everyday,
Acting happy and full of love.

In my dream I realized something;
How amazing you truly were.
I should’ve kept you close
To keep the future I prefer.

But what’s done is done and now you’re gone.
It’s not supposed to be this sad.
But maybe in my dream tonight
I’ll see you again at last.

You made me realize
How awful I was.
You helped me realize
That I could get better.
It was all you.

Your peaceful walk is my anxiety.
Your camping grounds are where my nightmares take place.

What’s that?!
Oh, just a tree.

Your hiking trip causes me to cry.
What if we find something unwanted? Does that not make you want to leave?!


Why am I like this, you ask? I don’t know. Ask my Hylophobia.