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Leaves are a curious thing. Like everything else, they grow, and then die. And if we are lucky, something new blooms from that place. In fall, something extraordinary happens. Something changes within the structure of the leaves, causing them to change colour. However, soon after, they meet their inevitable fate and tumble to the ground. And all that remains until the next year is a memory of what once was. When nature took its autumn leaves, The boy I once knew followed suit. Who was once charming, witty and bold Gave into his fears and ran with the wind. Wherever the wind carries him, I pray he’ll be happy. For deep down, I can&rsq

I can’t help feeling that while I sit here and think of you, I am no more than a used-to-be to you. Not worthy to be in your thoughts, No longer present in your dreams. Did the late night conversations mean nothing to you? Were your professions of love just an act? What did this – whatever “this” is – mean to you? Then it hits me: you were never mine. Do I even get to miss you? Am I allowed to feel hurt? Or are these emotions restricted; Reserved for the girls who were called somebody’s girlfriend? Saved for people who got the kiss, that sweater, that date. I want to run to you again, So you can answer

Tonight I'll put you in a special place The place that holds so many memories, so much grief and so much pain I'll think of the times I cried because of your empty words, I'll think of how I felt like I wasn't good enough, how maybe it was somehow my fault. You are also my first heartbreak But you are also my first love I'm choosing to hold on to the times you made me laugh until tears poured down my face; the conversations from 11-2; the memories of you making me blush with your charming wit. So I'll bury those tears I cried. I'll seal them shut with one final regard, and I won't look back. I will walk away knowing that it wasn't my faul

People pulling left and right. Words bringing you up and tearing me down. Stuck in a place with no answers A place of uncertainty. Nobody to turn to, Nobody to lean on. You are forced to look within yourself for answers Which proves difficult when all you can think is, "Who am I without him?" Somewhere along the way he became a part of you, So much so that a world where you exist without him is unfathomable. Limbo. When you start to look for answers, one thing is always true. He didn't make you who you are. There was a you before him And there will definitely be a you after him. It seems hard to go on without him, but you have to keep m

You ran. It seems as though we're strolling hand in hand On the same page. Together. Suddenly, without warning, you start jogging. Then running. Next, you're sprinting. Farther away from everything Farther away from me. I have no pictures No sweater No proof Nothing to show that you were ever in my life Ever mine. All that's left is a space beside me where a person once was Gaps between my fingers that long to be filled and a heart that didn't deserve to be broken. So I run too. I cry after you, begging for answers Chase after you, demanding an explanation For a moment Just a moment I lose myself. I show a side that I didn't know I hav

To call, or not to call. That is the question. Should I be stubborn and weep silently about all the things he put me through? Or should I suck up my pride and dial.. To call. to talk -- that's all -- and with that one conversation I end the worry and the lonely nights which have now become routine. I long to hear his voice. To call; to give in -- to give in -- maybe I'll feel better : but there's one problem. With that call, what comes after is unknown. I have to consider this... If this happens all over again, I'll have twice the pain. Who cold bear twice this heartache? The pain I feel inside, the tears I cry, the spaces between my finge

One day I was talking to this girl And I realized that she is pretty neat So I started to open up to her And realized that she is pretty sweet And I love the colour of her eyes And I absolutely love her hair And I want her to always know That I'm forever going to be there This girl makes my heart skip beats And she makes it feel so whole So one day I honestly hope to give This girl my entire heart and soul Because it would be worth the wait Just to call this girl mine Because she is like a parking ticket For she is so magnificently fine She makes it hard to speak sometimes And I often start to stutter But only when she makes

I can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything. I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will alwa