why waste your words
on one who wont ever hear
who wont really care
when the sentences fall in line
with the scars on your wrist
and when the period comes
before the comma
to send your fairy tales a different way home.

i've been biting at my fingernails
until their crescent white is gone
and i've been leaving you trails
on how to get past this over-stretched yawn;
a hiccup in our story

have you ever laid at the spine of a tree,
looked up
and saw the leaves?
they're falling, but not for us,
no, they fall for a greater cause
the change of november
will swallow you whole
spit you out
and leave you
alone