Today felt like a new
Autumn
Brisk and intrigued
A crisp, fresh breeze
A whisper of
Winter in the air
That chill, the dew
Pursed on my lips
That promise of
Crunched leaves underfoot
Today felt like a new
Autumn
An autumn with a new
Golden path to begin upon.
head, pounding
screen, glaring
glasses, sliding
fingers, typing
words, appearing
backspace, clicking
pauses, lengthening
blood, bumping
breath, holding
why?
writing, happening.
Originally posted on my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/BWI6Iq6DS9e/?taken-by=melissaholden94
Excuse the typo on the second to last line! 
– Mel x
a memory trapped in a coffee shop
its mist-ed rained window panes
sheltering us from the air
letting us hide
for a moment longer
in the steam cloud of secrets
pretending it wasn’t about to end
Breaking, upwards of the truth-
broken
down
to the grit,
the pieces beneath.
The essence of sadness, combined with
shock and spittle through angst and hatred.
Break, in the utmost foundation;
the line in the undusted,
the crack in the gateway.
Broken
by the bind,
seeping, the cold truth
soaks in
and you wake up,
wet and alone
unknown and blissful,
gone from the grip.
Restart.
Replaced,
Ruined by words.
‘I
think
we
should’,
Break – up.
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