Lipstick butterflies float on the mirror’s heavy condensation
She is a vermillion explosion
Heavy colored lids and
Winged eyeliner as if
She too
Could fly
This is the glitz and glamour
of how to disappear

I’ve been loving you selfishly
Saving every moment that makes me smile
As if you don’t feel happiness too

Did you know that I love you?
Until I met you
I didn’t even know
How to love myself

I like the word “yet”
Because it opens the door
To possibility

You don’t love me
Yet
But that doesn’t mean
You never will

We are falling in love with ourselves
The way we are imperfectly perfect
And how we are made
for something bigger than this moment

Yesterday we breathed the last of autumn
Our first, maybe our last
I tasted winter today
A bit too bitter for my liking
There’s always something sharp biting my tongue now
I can only watch
As my words freeze in the air
Before reaching you
The leaves are gone too soon
What does that say about us?

I’m not afraid of ghosts
But I don’t like the way things linger
Like laughter
Or cologne
Or the feel of your skin on mine