Apart.

My life falls as if it were autumn weather,
The leaves break apart from branches
No longer together.

Happiness fades and stress becomes addiction,
Life, an empty book. You can write it with rich diction,
but you can’t decide if it’s a fiction, it’s a precondition.

Life’s a mess but I’m cleaning up,
Its time now. I’ve seen enough.
I need to stop day dreaming love,
After love is had, nightmare’s begun.

If I can’t ever have what I want,
Then why do I always want what I can’t have?
Life drowns the water with me in fonts,
Dissolved in emotion, sinking with nothing to grab.