why did people love this season?
was it because of the temperature?
was it because of our color changing environment?
was it because it might be the season of... love?
or was it because the holiday of scare was part of this?
i for one never minded this season,
but only recently did it matter to me.
the weather started to cool,
{ as did your personality }
leaves turning from lush green to reds, yellows, and browns
{ i thought you were perennial — like the grass — but i guess i was wrong }
i wore my coat and the knitted scarf you gave me last summer
{ i dislike the color pink and polyester }
i hoped for you to wear the scarf i made you, too
i made it with my own two hands
{ i was never the best at sewing
/ my hands at one point bled a bit from all the pokes of that cursed needle
/ but you were worth it?
/ actually no, you weren't }
but still, i loved you
even after everything you had done to me.
{ why was i so stupid? }
animals start to migrate around this time
like birds going south,
i felt as if your feelings for me did also.
but i tried to not believe what i felt
because i was afraid to lose you
... was that a crime?
i promised to always love you
and only you
but what did you do?
WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?
{ you broke me
every little piece of me }
this is the season where leaves started to fall off from trees
for majority of the people in the world, that was why autumn was also known as fall
for me, it was entirely different.
it's the season where you either fall in love or out of it.
[ it was the l a t t e r ]
{ yes / maybe / no }
