love leaves
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I look at the autumn leaves falling all around.
Crisp.
Burnt.
Golden.
And then I remember how Sylvia Plath died,
Choking on carbon monoxide and
Hoping for the end
As her children laughed and played and were soon ripped of their innocence
And now those leaves
Those beautiful, carnivorous leaves
They smile at me
And they're sinister
Sneering at me while I watch a boy pass me on the street
And I know him
But he does not see me
And in the end, nobody does
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder only if
There is someone loving enough to behold the pain of loving another and not being loved back
For that is the burden of us all
Love