How autumn froze on your feet,
your fragrance all over my heart
I chased that rainbow with all the love
I keep leaking into my words.
You just waltz in with a smile
that drives away my caffine addiction
but I am not used to depending
on people - I don't do people well.
I colour myself yellow in love; you might ask why not red?
I conditioned myself, like I am trying right now
to not have my love bleed out on the
with thousands painting it on the billboard of shame,
like I pretend to crush on a boy
when it is your preferred pronoun I want
to edit into my poems, but I can't.
You're always going to be my autumn- with one foot
already in winter,
always a frozen dream in the midst of all
the cherry blooms and
my muse of all the unpublished paintings
catching dust in the attic.