Falling is an art; I do it exceptionally well.

you came and tore me apart like this song

This is how my life unfolds,
In the autumn, I’m the leaf—
Changing hues, fragile, exposed.
The wind whispers, claiming friendship,
But it always ends in ruin.

It pulls me down,
To the cold, unyielding ground,
Begging for trust.
And foolishly, I give in once more,

For I am autumn—destined to fall.

He arrives, a fire in his wake,
Warning me of winter’s grasp.
And I burn, aching for his warmth,
Only for him to leave again,
Stealing what’s left,
Leaving me hollow,
Half alive, half ash.