the leaves fly rapidly off the trees,
specks of color visible as they
swirl and hover above the ground.
just as the leaves are whisked off the trees by the slight breeze;
i was whisked off my feet by your sweet kissing.
you tasted as sweet as my pumpkin coffee, which has become my newest addiction in order to help fill your void.
sure, the falling for you part felt great
but now i can't help but shutter at
the twisted fate of the leaves falling to the ground.
when the leaves are in mid-air, i think of the spontaneity and spark we felt when we met.
as they hover above the ground just before they touch it, i think about the confusion i felt when you began to pull away.
when they hit the ground, i think of everyone that'll destroy their beauty by walking all over them.
i feel as though i was your favorite leaf for a short while and now i'm one of the many you're crunching beneath your shoe.