I met her in September

I fell for her in October

By November, I loved her

A year later and I'm basically six feet under

Weighed down in the best way by a love so unbelievable


I met her in September

She showed me scar just like mine

Hid so tightly from a cruel world

I fell for her in October

The scars didn't bother me

Neither did the bumps and bruises from those who held her heart before

November came and now her heart was mine


I met her in September

Terrified of my past-my lips were stitched closed

But her lips were blades

I fell for her in October

She cut me open and all my secrets bled out of my body

But she did not leave me for dead

She healed my wounds with her soul

In November, I had no more scars and neither did she


I met her in September

I fell for her in October

By November, I loved her

I can't tell you which is my favorite month

But I can tell you I love the fall