I've thought of you all day. It is a new season without you. The leaves are darkening, mimicking my soul - without you here, things are changing. The air feels cold on my skin, it is a new era without you, one where I'm unable to feel the warmth of your touch. Your fingertips won't be here to brush along my skin - you said I was so soft. And I was, and I am. I am too fragile for you. I am pure intentions and true love, I was full of it until you sucked it out of me. I am left dry while my love is in you. You're a thief of sorts, of many different kinds actually - I loved you here and there and you robbed it from me in multiple places, multiple times. The new season is dark and I am not ripening without you.
