Josh
I try not to fall for you.
But like a leaf dangling from a tree in autumn,
I can not help but do the inevitable.
Down, down, down I fall,
Hoping you’ll catch me as I travel down the route I don’t want to go.
But as I begin to trek down it,
You are looking the other way.
You don’t care for a simple, slowly crumpling leaf.
Instead you admire the flowers, although they shall only be there for one season,
Whereas I have always been and will always be there.
I was there in spring, when I was too shy and subtle to yet be noticed, a simple bud.
I was there towards summer, when I began to flourish, showing off for your sake.
I was there in summer, when I began to fade, all hopes of your love faltering.
I am here now as I have finally surrendered to what is bound to be.
And I will be here still in winter, as I slowly die with every other plant around me.
But the cycle will begin again.
In early spring, a bud will form.
Yet again hoping to be noticed.
But blind to you, or whoever is around then,
As it is, I am, blind to everyone that is entranced by the flowers.
And yet again a leaf will fall.
Never to be caught,
And yet again creates a fresh wave of heartache.
no, i don't like a guy named josh. it's just the title of the poem. =]

