You are my fall.
It may not make sense to you,
But autumn is my sanctuary—
And so are you.

I watch the leaves blush into gold,
The way my heart stirs when I think of you.
Fall wraps me in warmth and quiet,
The same peace I find in your voice.

The trees teach me that change can be beautiful,
And I saw it—clear as the crisp October sky—
The moment we spoke.
You are the season I return to,
Again and again,
Because you feel like home.

I look into those night-black eyes
stark against your moon-washed skin,
and realize.

You’re no longer there anymore.
At least not the you I once knew.
You are a stranger in my arms.
There is a shift, so slight but I feel it.
Like a soft creak in the floorboard.
Echoing
in the night.

You use my heart like you used my body. Wringing me out like a rag,
getting every last drop of
love and self respect that you can from me.
You lap it up greedily,
Knowing I always give everything
Until there’s nothing left of me worth having.

But you want me,
or at least want to get the last word in
one more kiss
one more sigh arching into you
You drink me in
your ungrateful eyes
memorizing the lines of my body
deep in the night tonight. 

Like lovers entwined, I know for the last time you will not be mine,
so I give you the night
tonight.