philophobia

autumn fury

Wings of violet and magenta, 

I've cut them loose, 

have I? 

Scarlet and crimson, 

it's all my fault, 

you say, 

did you have them those months ago? 

Those days where the only way we could be was together, 

the only thoughts I had about you,

the only words I spoke to you kind and forgiving. 

Peach and orange, 

that sickening pumpkin color, 

you wear it all over, 

sparkles and ribbons in your hair, 

you're so proud of what you've become, 

aren't you? 

The tights will strip for him, 

won't they? 

As did your heart. 

Fly away, 

little bird. 

Take the leaves, 

take the branches, 

I haven't harmed you,

yet remember that you have- 

you broke me- 

now I'm whole.