I remembered why I hate the fall-

late fall, when it starts getting

just cold enough that you tell your mom

to turn the heat on.

I remembered why I get all

choked up when I get too cold-

 

I fucking froze to death outside of

your garage.

 

The secrets you thought you

were hiding so well

got blown into my face with the whind, while

I fucking froze to death on

your front lawn.

 

The air that day was in a 

whole new plane of existence

from the almost-summer breeze

that wrapped around our skin

on the night that you first kissed me.

 

The air that day was cold,

and it tore right through my skin.

That was the first day I was invisible

to you.

 

But the night where you held me,

and stories fell out of our mouths

for the first time,

The night where you almost

squeezed the life out of me...

 

That night, I almost melted in

your arms.

But no,

I froze to death outside of

your garage.