I reached my hands out in front of me
to catch what I thought was there
I looked up into the gold and brown leaves
and found beauty in something dead

I hold my hand first before giving it away
so I'm assured at least one squeeze
the figure in the mirror smiles vibrantly
I hope they pay close attention

snapshots hammered into apathetic walls
as we set fire to the entire house
I can't stand when you kick the backs of my knees
at some point you have to let me win

I steal your flame's oxygen
and as it holds its breath
the smoke fills up my glass
a representation of my innocence

we stitched our legs and arms together
my mouth has been sewn shut
and if you smile then we both smile
through my bleeding mouth