some silent part of me
thinks by winter i'll be dead
lying still with all the leaves that summer left.
what i can't stand is the colder weather
soaking deep into my bones
stealing all the light i've saved.

i'll place the blame on me for wasting all of it.
every sunlit ocean morning. every crashing wave.
because i was too afraid to dance.
because i was too afraid to breathe
..too afraid of you loving (losing) you.

i missed the falling stars. the bare skin. the walking home.
the pavement hot as hell in late june.
i believed in the infinite heat. the sun never setting.
the world never forgetting. and giving up on me.