i’ve always hated broken promises.
until i realized sometimes life twists your fate around into a mobius strip and you end up hurting someone who was so dear to you.
sorry isn’t enough, someone-whom-i’m-most-likely-not-seeing-anytime-soon.
Dear autumn,
paint my days in a million colors.
Let me drift in the wind
with your leaves,
Let me shed away regret
and forget, forget, forget
Now all I have is an ocean of dead, crinkly foliage . An ocean of memories.
I will run until the leaves turn
crimson,
and drop down, down, down
to the ground, bleeding
until they form scabs over memories.