The first time I saw her, I fell so hard my heart broke. This rusty mechanical heart, programmed for beating, stubbornly continued its monotonous course, filling my veins with razor sharp shards and battery acid. The burning that coursed through my veins changed from a gentle concise throb to a consistent soaring hiss. I swear I could hear the crackling of my body burning.

The one thing I love about autumn, is when the fire from the trees consume the ground; through the rain, you can hear them burn. You can always hear me burn.

By the end of that day my eyes were as attached to her as her skin. Through the weeks, her routine haunting remain unyielding. However, her eyes reveal the painful truth. I am like a car wrapped around a tree. An instant decrease from 80 to 0. Certain driver casualty. I pray I'm blind. Obtuse to the bone. I'm like a child trying to catch the Easter Bunny. I'm like a criminal trying to rob Santa. I'm pathetic. I'm so depressed.