your love came in seasons. the rough or gentle transitions of thoughts, feelings- always including my small dose of self-doubt.

the blossoming of newfound love started in spring. nothing seemed rushed- perfect bliss that went all to fast before the hot gases of others scorched our unprotected skin. than you adapted to the sun and changed yourself- i refused to, change myself for others.

as the whispy leaves fell from the color changing trees, it seemed like you never needed me. you switched up as fast as fall became winter. as splinters if my heart feel like snowflakes in the harsh winter breeze- I thought maybe I knew you.

turns out i never did.