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Fall Winds September is a month when it's easy to forget that the Summer is gone. It's a month that teases you with hot sunny days like those from July or August, and then soaks you in chilly rain two days later. It's when those chill, cloudy days become the norm, and that a day anywhere above 20 Celcius is a warm day, that you finally realize that those hot Summer days are done for the year, and Fall is come.
Sheryl loved the Fall. The air was crisp and clear, and she loved the smell of fallen leaves. Her curly brown hair would flip about in the breeze as she walked down the street, basking in the knowledge that Fall was finally here to stay. She broke out her favorite bulky sweaters, putting away her summer dresses, and would don one of many colourful scarves that she had knit during the deep of Winter.
The one thing she didn't like about Fall, however, was the eve
This isThis is me not caring.
(I dont know how anymore)
This is me wishing things away.
(Wounds in my heart)
This is me wishing things as they were.
(It was better back then)
This is me pretending everything is fine.
(Its about to fall apart)
This is me trying.
(Not very hard I admit)
This is me failing.
(Saw that coming)
This is me picturing the unspeakable.
(Always in the back of my mind)
This is me being hopeless.
(Ran out long ago)
This is me crying in the dark.
(No one must see the tears)
This is me smiling broken smiles.
(Pieces in my hands)
This is me.
(Where did I go?)
The other nightI told him he had long legs, like a grasshopper or a cricket. He liked to twine his legs with my short ones as we lay in bed. My feet only reached midway down his calves, while his feet stuck out over the end of my mattress.
He was an entire foot taller than me, and I thought it was kinda sexy. I've always been a sucker for the tall skinny types.
His kisses made my heart race. He covered me in kisses. On my neck, my belly, my hands, my face. His lips made adorable sounds as he kissed me, and I'd smile every time I heard them.
In the dark that night, with his arms around me, it was easy to think he loved me. For a minute maybe I actually loved him. But morning light and the outside world washes those feelings away.
I watched him walk down the gravel driveway, back turned. He didn't even kiss me goodbye. But that's okay, because my pillows still smell of him.
And I know he'll be back.
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