i can feel it getting colder
i watch lovers turn to strangers
and it puts things in perspective
i didn’t believe in ghosts until i could still feel you after you were gone
i put the kettle on but it never goes off
and the calendar is thinning like the time
since i last touched you
looked at you
i usually hate change
but it’s you that’s changing these days
and i love you
it’s all so conflicting
my hair is growing longer
you said i looked like rapunzel
but that was when our clothes stuck to our bodies
and now the leaves are falling
and i’m left clutching these books
trying to find what i need in them
screw the novels i read at midnight
it’s you i want
i’m putting on sweaters
i dont mind the weather
but i used to stay warm with you
and things hurt worse than they used to
replaying the things you breathed into me so many months ago
if you wondered why i never used your name
in those poems that i wrote
it’s because i used love as an excuse to be shy
i’m struggling to find hidden meanings in forced glances
but life is not a mystery and we aren’t all just stories
i wash the blood off my hands
to get rid of the guilt
but the bruises from the fall remain
and my knees look like they would break in half
if you looked at me again