The wind brushes against my skin,
leaving goosebumps and shivers,
like the air is it’s own footprint.
The leaves fall one by one,
creating a gentle layer upon the slick ground.

Brings a subtle mood,
where all I need is you.
I just want you closer,
as if we breathe the same air,
and experience the same feeling.

Lets play in the leaves,
lets feed the birds,
lets reminisce,
lets love each other.

Thats not what you want.
It’s not good enough.
Our passion slowly disintegrated.
I’m sorry for loving you with all my heart.
I’m sorry for being there for you when nobody else was.

My skin isn’t good enough.