Park benches, dark autumn early breezes
underneath the sounds of crunching leaves.
Your leather jacket,
My failed attempts at charm and
being mysterious.
A smile lit up like fireworks,
September was never brighter
while swinging and wailing like a siren
lost in the backseat of my car.
Looking at you with lingering memories
of someone that I used claim to be myself.
Pulled back and ripped apart like an old scar
that is now a fresh wound.
I didn't come here to tell you to stop yourself
from falling completely into me
like a crash in the ocean,
or a match striking paper.
I come with warnings and stamps of approval
from the regrets that lay furthest on my mind,
and I still just can't stop myself
from rewording these clever bruises,
that I'll have to explain when I get home.