Words crawl into my ears and they
Settle down there.
Occasionally stirring,
Reminding me
Of things people spoke to me
And my ears ache just like the first time.
Funny,
They only stir when I'm trying to sleep.

Sometimes the words remind me that
Maybe I'm not meant to be a memory
All I've been is no more than a worry,
Spreading guilt on the guiltless.
Pleading for pity.

As if closing my eyes
Would make the taunts go
Away
Maybe the kid with tears in his eyes
Is all I'm supposed to be.

But what if I don't want to feel this way?

It's a shame I wasn't the one to break your heart;
You would have made a better poet.

She walks in beauty, like the night
     Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
     Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
     Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
     Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
     How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
     So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
     But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
     A heart whose love is innocent!

Why did I never call you Autumn?
Your colors are always changing
And my favourite parts of you
Are falling to the ground one by one
While I'm trying to coax your pieces back together
But we're just making a colorful mess.

The neighbors can't jump in you, I'll tell them
And the wind can't touch you, I won't let it
You're mine you're mine you're
Not going anywhere no matter
How low the sun drops.
I'm not peeling my eyes away from you
No matter how cold the air turns.

When the snow wants its turn
With the ground, just hold on
I'll find a place where it's fall forever
Where you can fall onto my lawn forever
Fall into my arms for...

I like the way your breath tastes
Around the time the windows drip with orange.
I like how you can make trees show themselves.

I know why I was born in November
I was born so I could come to know you.
That must be why I hate the winter.
Let's take a vacation when the calendar reads December.

When the snow wants its turn
With the ground, just hold on
I'll find a place where it's fall forever
Where you can fall onto my lawn forever
Fall into my...

I'd like to pretend for a few more days
That you aren't the shortest season.
I want you to whisper in my ******* ear
That we're here for a reason.

You're making things too beautiful
What a tease, what a waste
The season that follows, how exceedingly dull.
Night's on my heels sooner everyday
I'm not seeing you nearly enough.

When the snow wants its turn
With the ground, just hold on
I'll find a place where its fall forever
Where you can fall wherever you want.
In case my lawn or my arms aren't wide enough.

Don't fall in love with a poet.
You'll live forever in their words
And haunt them forever with yours.

Spilled milk becomes less of a cliché
When its spreading, eating the table away
And you're afraid to wipe it up without a towel
In case it swallows up your fingers as well.

I shouldn't have knocked the glass over, I know
It's too early for the messes to start
But I thought I saw you staring in the window
Memory part of my morning routine.

Milk-drops crawl to puddles on the floor.
White created a home in pores of the wood
Erasing letters photos and poems scattered there from days before.

And the biting glass in my palm
Isn't making this house any cleaner.
And the screaming
Only makes the house sound emptier.

When they buried me in the dark, I was frightened.
I didn’t like the taste of earth.
And I was so thirsty.
Some people are no good with plants,
Even the hardiest shrubs
Wither and wilt in their careless hands.
You aren’t one of them.
When no-one else could see,
You took such good care of me.
Water, warmth and love.
These are my needs, but I had no voice
With which to ask; without you
I would have remained inert
A lost life, in the dirt.
See now, how I blossom?
Just a shoot, but I will astound them all
With my beauty, in time.
Thank you for caring for me,
Thank you for helping me to grow.