Fall and Spring
How ironic
that fall was the only time
I didn't.
That time, that November,
was when I soared.
You held me close and the promised-
Truly promised-
to keep me safe
and never let go.
Fall was when I found you
Fall was when
I found myself
together with you.
Fall-November-marked a year
since insidious lies
and foul promises
marked my wrists in fiery red.
Fall was when your hair fell
into my face
as you kissed me,
but I failed to realize,
the marks on my wrists
were the same red
as our cheeks
and your hair.
And how ironic
that spring was
when I sunk to my knees,
clawing at my frail frame
and cried out for you.
95 lbs dropped to 88 lbs
188 scars turned to 195 scars and counting
It took you 1, 2, 3 months for you to realize
"I need someone new"
As if because you were becoming whole and perfect,
Your partner had to become untouched and seamless
as well..
And so it took you 1, 2, 3 seconds
for you to let go
and watch as I collapsed
while you slide into your new lover's
Arms.
Now I'm here,
Shaking and crying
and numb and dying
in the dead of springtime.
Where new life should grow
I don't think you understood
how seasons worked.
But maybe,
I got it wrong.
She was your springtime.
And I was your fall.