a u t u m n

i want to trace the outline of your jawline

to run my fingers through your hair

good god, give me something to hold onto

all i can ever do is stare

these words are all i can offer

this faith of mine is blind

i can only utter these words of prayer

praying to whatever god you'd be mine

this vodka burns my throat open

it feels a hell of a lot better than your stare

the vowels on your lips tastes so bitter,

it makes me realize you don't actually care

if this is what love feels like,

i want none of your blazing eyes at all

looking into those draws me deeper

but i'm left alone to endure this fall

#poetry