Literature
bird of september.
september comes and you see the end of her before she even begins,
but when has that ever stopped you from wanting? september will break
your heart - not wide open, just a little bit, just enough to hurt like hell
and let the cold rains in. enough for songbirds to crawl into your skeleton,
hiding in the space between ribcage and lung, building nests of dusty
cardboard and torn violets. september confesses by moonlight, tells you
about the boys and the girl who left her behind. "i'll always be here for you."
you promise through rosy lips stained with hope. "i love you - like a friend."
darling, you lie so beautifully these days. when s