Not So Poetry

Summer and Autumn

I wished for sweetness but yet it paid no hither.

I was doomed to you from the start.

Your accomplice to crime, your adversary to war.

My feelings festered inside and I yearned for you, craved you, fell down to you.

If you had told me that I was yours then there would have been no equal to you, nothing like you.

Yet you pulled me close and whispered chills down my spine that, "I never loved you and if I did, I would have been your nightmare"

I knew that I was to forget you, to have you, not as summer but as autumn with your beautiful colors yet dead interior.

Something so alike in detail but different nonetheless. I wanted to make sure that you destinct in my mind but not intoxicating.

But..... Orange is my favorite color.