The Weight of my Guillotine

autumn

After all i had been told i expected you to look simply monstrous,
Bloody fangs, rotting flesh, and black eyes.
Somewhere i heard that you were a murderer.
Someone said that you broke his knees and burnt him alive.
Some said you drained all the blood from her body, hung upside down from a tree.

But when i look at you, i see you.
You have blonde hair that falls everywhere, a square jaw, a couple freckles.
Blue eyes and a smile.
And you smiled, teeth and eyes.
And i realised that monsters look like people.
But you let me forget.

So really i was the one who strung myself up in that tree,
I guess the rumours were right.
My blood dyed the rain and stained the leaves, stained your hands.
Summer was over, autumn had come