I don't see myself living past the age of 25

I feel sick with confusion

I never thought id be here again, hello you haven't been missed
but I'm glad you're back

you bring me back to the feeling that I'm the only person who will be here for me
it's not a happy thought
but its a thought

I am the autumn leaves
I will fall
Crumble away

But I will grow as the flowers bloom on the first day of spring
Only when you're gone ill know my true worth

I hope you dream about me
Wake up feeling regret for what you've lost, what you've betrayed

You pick tiles off the floor like the concrete had never kept them there

Me thinking that if I lay in my own sadness that I will eventually swallow down the drain

tap - drips, reminding
sounds of past lovers and how they still linger on
tiles - a bond, strong
not even your creator can pick you off from where they stand
and how they try
the tap drips offbeat
from the tiles, which I stand
making it hard for me to go to a peaceful dreamland
the baths ocean - hugs me, serenity

the wind has sinned
she can't  help it
she is obsessed with the thought of control and power over the leaves
as light as air, they say
but can't they see what has happened to the leaves?
their crying and bleeding
so harmless but so destructive when she has the chance
she didn't want to be like this but the moon has hurt her in some way
the air doesn't see that she causes to be wind when she gets mixed with the trees

degraded and tired the leaves cry as the wind pushes them around,
they're used to this by now
although they beg the moon for forgiveness as he was the one who was their only witness they knew their time was limitless
the moon ignores their cries, their pleads as the leaves get pushed to bleed
the moon, he stares but doesn't say a word, he's always there but so is air