The leaves are falling from the tree branches like tears,
maybe the wind has whispered something sad as death in their ears.

I've to go
the reason
you do well know
my lingering here
will only cause you
more sorrow

neither of us
will bend
we're too much
of our own
and have
to be each
left alone

our freedom
we'd not let of
there's a bridge
we can't together cross
even if we try
our utmost

what couldn't be
had been long cast
in the mould of fate
it's as though
our love
has come too late
in time
and shall never be
but the tragedy is
I've once loved you
as you've equally loved me

Ill always smile
when I think
about you.
Your soft touch,
your sweet smile,
your gentle laughter.
You give me hope;
hope about people
and about society.
Our paths crossed
for only a short while
but you made my
heart flutter,
you caught me
in a way I’ll always
remember.
-JRM

Jesus, why am i like this?
Why does nostalgia run
Through my veins like
It should be there,
If the feeling leaves,
I would probably miss
It too.

Dandelion,
The rustling of your hair makes me dream about trees.
You breathe the warm summer air that lounges shyly as April comes to an end.
I swallow your words and they nest inside my belly.
I grow your thoughts;
they’ll flower
and I’ll sing.
We will meet each other on the edge
of cast sunlight
and its shadows.

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived

Many times I've loved,
And many times I've
Written about love.

Many times I've left,
And many times I've
Written about leaving.

I've loved with my
Heart in hand,
Blood pooling,
Words flying
Out of my mouth,
Crashing upon their skin
In an act of valor.

The same thing
I could say about leaving
Words sharp,
Striking like the edge of a storm,
Breaking upon the silence.

But it was just love,
And I wasn’t brave.
And it was just leaving,
And it wasn’t brave.

It's called "falling in love" 'cause it really feels like falling