Falling for him was as easy as falling into Autumn.

What’s wrong with sinking into a cup of tea, 

warmth radiating through your body, 

captivated as you sip,

Admiring golden leaves and crackling fires,

The beautiful outline of a newly browned leaf in his eyes. 

My autumn was divine , but just like everyone else

I tend to forget that within this season of comforting sweaters and 

Cups of tea, everything was d y i n g. 

Day after day, death was shown to me in the form of a maple tree, alluding to its own demise as leaves

Fell, and the tree collapsed. 

I watched as everything behind those eyes became  empty and emotionless. 

And it’s morbid, it really is, that a daughter of sunshine would fall 

For the boy of chilly winds and first frosts

Just waiting to blow out her fire.