You remind me of the four seasons
Winter
When I met you, I was closed up
like a blanket wrapped around someone on a cold day
not wanting to come out in fear of becoming colder,
but you made me feel warm.
You made me feel that if maybe,
just maybe,
if I came out of the blanket
I’d be warm enough to never go back.
Spring
Your warmth has become light.
Almost as bright as the sun
and just enough to make me blossom.
Blossom into a blood red rose.
Blossom into a blush pink carnation.
Blossom into a golden sunflower.
I felt confident enough to show off my petals,
all of my petals.
You made it possible for me to bloom.
Summer
I started to crave you
like craving a beach on a hot day to cool off
or craving a spontaneous road trip to fulfill your boredom,
and you took my cravings and filled me up.
You filled me up so much
I felt full.
Not the kind of full you feel on Thanksgiving
or at an all you can eat buffet.
The kind of full you feel when you’re complete.
When you feel like you can fly so high
and nothing can ever bring you down.
Fall
You’re such an optimistic person,
teaching me to always find the good in all situations
like when the leaves begin to fall
to make a pile of them and jump in it
or when I get stuck in the rain
to dance in it
or even when you’re so far
and it begins to feel so lonely
and I can no longer find the good in the situation
to look up at the moon
and remember you’re looking at it too.
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Winter
I sit and wait.
Waiting for you to come keep me warm,
but
you’ve turned cold.
You no longer keep me warm
and it’s all my fault.
I made you cold.
I am selfish
because you are the one in need of warmth,
but I have none to give.
I am now a crack in the ice.
A slippery mess you can no longer grip
and as much as I don’t want it to be true,
I feel as if you’re waiting for Spring
where I’ll melt away
and you can pick other flowers.
Ones that won’t hurt you like the rose I was
and when Summer rolls around
I crave you,
but
you are craving someone else.
Now Fall is here
and I try to find the good in every situation,
but
I no longer play in the leaves
or dance in the rain
and when I look up at the moon
I wonder if you’re looking back.