Falling Colorblind in Autumn

To the one that made me feel, thank you. The peace and calmness you brought me is the luxury I feel in myself. The joys in happiness and the smells of what we call connections. Purity in innocence and candle wax dripping, I fall for you like pedals, naturally falling from its flower. Inspiration and fantasy are what you gave to me, the strength to move and the power to be moved. My guard falls down faster than the light can see, I check myself more than once, so I make sure I can still be me.

Weak to the knees all I want is to do is build and grow, to have and to hold, and watch ourselves flow. You make me drop everything when I hear your sound, jump for joy or fall to the ground. I’m not so naive that I give everything to you, I leave some for myself because I shall stay me and you shall stay you. Like raindrops, I fall when clouds form to cry, going down your face because I fall for you, every time.

The heart of sadness that shows up in love, a person that you care for that really matters more. You build a presence that fills you up but when you see the other, their fences have been picked up. To be seen is to be on the sidelines, to be the right-hand man is to only be the one in the back crying. Why is the mind going so crazy? It was all put aside. Not really tempting to bring it out but the more you are there the more the heart goes bare.

A moment alone when all is said and done, to understand that your true feelings, was never done. The moments that passed, that made you so high, became filled with love, and are coming back to life. Stuck in your head not overthinking the moments, feeling the reality that, it’s all not loveless. Over and over your mind goes crazy, listening to music with him, in hopes that he gets it. The tears fall down like a stream of pain, with every song played, I cry, because I know, you never loved me that way.

Dating someone new and seeing it from the other side, talking about the things you do make me feel more dead inside. You compare the new to your ex and the other is pushed behind as if they’re nothing but trash after you came inside. You come back to the center to set the record straight, to make friends, not enemies because it is not too late. Going off on your own as if everything is fine, not realizing that, you left this boy alone and colorblind.

The winds of the city that flow through my fingers, lift me high while slowly giving me shivers. Leaves fall so naturally, changing colors, the wind picks up trying to give everyone blisters. This autumn breeze that feels me up, leads me to believe, that I shouldn’t care so much. Bring out the capers, the show, the hats, it’s wind season baby which means sweater weather is back. To flow with the wind is to find peace within.

Meditation in a place like this leaves on the ground and flowing trees that blow a kiss. Light and chill you feel the frame, your body resets, and overthinking is not a claim. From the pumpkin to the squire, coats may be a thing now, but the autumn breeze is my desire. To feel so good, to feel so free, all because of the autumn breeze.