The leaves are starting to fall and I wonder if they chose to leave or the trees just let go.
Maybe they’re called leaves because it’s what they’re good at.
I wish you’d never told me you loved me. It would’ve been easier to wonder why you didn’t instead of why you stopped. I wish you’d never held my hand. It would’ve been easier to forget your touch, because every time I see my hand, the pain keeps on repeating. I remember your hand holding mine, and all of a sudden, you’re slowly losing your grip, one finger at a time. It hurts to know that the one I absolutely love, leaves me. It hurts worse that all I can hear is the words in my mind of you saying “I’m never leaving, I’m here to stay”…as you walk away.