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