berry-ing myself into you

I plant myself into your ground hoping i would grow faster,  that i could create more luscious flowers and sweet sweet berries enough to the point to where i was wishing all year round that the winter wouldn't dry me out or you wouldn't leave me in the fall or just wishing your true beautiful, handsome colors of your euphoria would bloom in the spring.  but you. your once nice beautiful green leaves changed and fell to fail and let me down to never come back within our tree.  I noticed it when your berries were sour and it rained all throughout the summer.  It was like the sun never shined once. The clouds were no longer white, they were cloudy and that’s when it changed. your heart changed. your vibe changed. your spirit changed and i felt useless.  I had to work for your love and your sense of color. the white simply turned into gray cumulonimbus clouds and you rained on my parade.  you forced my tears because somehow through that i was confused and laughed through the hurt.  i even loved you in the thrill of it all. Yet the thunder hit me harder than that, which made me feel worse and regret everything.