[ /auburn ]

the wind chimes hanging from

the i·v·ylined library windows

c l i n k like tinkling china

l

{of the i=n=k engraved in the

scent of vintage and old books}

the wind chimes blow

these bookshelves glow

as autumn dies

i fade

beige p'o'e't'r'y in the s'k'y

the leaves wither and sigh

as autumn dies i jade

my fingers sprout iced vertigo

over the pristine gloss of the

h

o

n

e

y

s

u

c

k

l

e

cored paper pa[ cover of

this poetr collection

[ roselin/]

i smile when your eyes w i d e n

just looking at you makes me

less

e m p t y

"hello," i say

leaning against the bookshelf

your face only 2 ft away

o te te sd

the song of the w i n d chimes

cur/l/s through your charcal

hair dissol/v/ing

soaking

into your

hather gray dark

academia sweater oh,

you're perfect

your smile is imbued with the

tender e f

s c e of forget-me-nots by a river of

tender insomnia and suicide

a million supernovas 3XP10D3

in my soul, "would you

like to

{comets of walk

ecstasy} with me?

your smile is a slice of pale blue

moon: we didn't need words, we

just smiled and

the message was

co nv ey ed

[ /auburn]

"where are we going?" i ask,

the brown, rusted november

l + e + a + v + e + s ( = i'll fall

from the tree one day)

d

ang

l

ing

from your fervent eyes filled to

the brim with

the epitome of

empty

"i don't really know..."

"okay,

let's just see where our minds

lead

us,"

the

late-autumn

b r e e z e

j a d e s

my

faded

mind

but your empty eyes

are what keeps me from fading

a w a y

"why do you want to walk with

me?" i ask, with curiosity

"because i'm lonely," you say so

with light-heartedness

but we both

heard

the hollowness

in your words

my veins are scribbled with

shrunken i k i g a i

and swirling syllables engraved

in my red blood cells that

r e a r r a n g e

a r r r n g e a e

themselves to spell,

so am i

[ roselin/ ]

"autumn is the death of summer,"

i whisper softly

my words

d i s s o l v i n g

and s c a t t e r i n g

in the cool breeze

"so am i..." you murmur

absentmindedly / oh autumn girl

you are so b-l-u-e

your skin tells the remains

of a story

mixed with tender wisps of

insomnia and the

fragments of an arcadia lost

oh, autumn girl

you are a lost town.

but that is why you are beautiful;

you fall with deadly grace

instead of

s h r e d d i n g

at the seams into a horrid

catastrophe, but even then

you would be beautiful

the satin silence pulls between us

before i speak, "what do you

believe is the most beautiful

thing in the world?"

you gaze at me softly, your eyes

crinkled with feverish warmth

b l u e

£I3 u t t e r f l i e s

dancing over an inky embrace

of homemade

d-d-d-dynamite

&

painless dark

"hmmm... it's the small things

that make a difference. like the

first leaf that

a

l

in l or the way a

autumn s kitten blinking

at a dragonfly on

a warm april morning

or

the way a waved line in the

c o n c r e t e can

make you feel so me

l a

n c

h o

l y

how about you? ,"

you lick your lips and smile

your eyes searching mine for a

s i g n

that im not an empty hollow of

a human

but i know that you'll

find none

"the most beautiful in the world

is someone's humanity (and that

is why everyone

i

t

h

e

r when they

s see my soul)"

we've reached the school gates t

h

e

park is just a

road away

the wind

b l o w s

autumn

a w a y

you look at me carefully and

for a fleeting moment i

feelasif

you can see through me and

into everythingiam

(everything i hated)

and that almost scares me for

a nanosecond

becauesidontwannaloseyou

" do you believe that you are

beautiful?" you ask quietly

your eyes hazed with

ivylined f a c a d e s

we reach the beginning of the

road to somewhere

leading into the park

painted with the scent of

a

l

l

i

n

g

the wind rises and

imagine me a field

of

totoros and a

graveyard of fireflies and little

kodama lighting like lanterns in

the darkness of the winter that

is yet to come

"no, (i am not human i lost my

humanity an illenium a g o )"

you stop then. we are under an

elm tree engraved with scars of

t r a g e d y

willow trees enshroud the

nearby pond in which your

hair glowed bronze as you

sketched alice

into our world

the wavering sunlight holds the

tender bliss of autumn heartbreak

as fall

e

l

l

for winter

"no," you say sharply,

then your voice melts like

tender butter under

the sweet july sun and

i melt along with it because it's

so tender that it breaks my

aching frozen december heart.

"no, you are beautiful,"

"listen to me, auburn," you look

into my eyes and it makes me

feel so desperately hollow that

i just want you to complete me

(but i am so icompleted that

can ever fill the cracks of my

sharded mind), "they call you

weak, heartless, insane. then

start to believe them. and

in the end we are all monsters,"

[ /auburn ]

your eyes darken into gaping

v o

i d s

of deep auburn whiskey and

they are so empty

that i wonder

if you are blind

i touch your face ; your skin

feels like gravel and dusty

leaves

red roses growing

white petals

roses and thorns mixing into

your beige gold cheeks and

i feel so close to you, close

to you closetoyou

"i'm a monster," (and i want

to save you because that is

the only way to save myself)

you kissed me then, by the

pond that collected all the

t

e

a

r

s that the rain washed

away, all the tears i want

you to cry because

you don't seem

like you ever let

the tears in your

chest go

all the tears

i want to wipe

a w a y

you kissed me then, and the

wind could have risen and

blown the upcoming snow

into our hearts but the

seeds of the tender fever &

love would have bloomed

spring into the minds that

enslaved us

you taste my tears before i

know that they'd stained my

cheeks, and for a very very

long moment i could believe

that we were the only people

in the universe; and we stay

there, behind the dying tree,

your heart in my mouth and

my tears in yours

*cringes at the last part* *yeets*

*comes back to ask:*

*yeets again*