I stand in front of this mirror as I pour my heart out to you
Every fiber, every emotion I've ever felt for you will leave my lips by the end of this poem
Spring: the season of new beginnings, the first time I met you, I didn't think anything of it until
Summer: the moment I realized your hand would fit perfectly in mine, the nights we drove until 2 in the morning basking in our silence and the car radio, the night when my blood tasted alcohol for the first time and you refused to leave my side, every good morning and good night message I replayed in my head, I told myself not to
Fall: the season I realized I was calf deep in quicksand and you weren't there to pull me out, the anxiety I felt when I thought I was running out of time to make you mine, the hugs, the massages, the laughs. Nights at the coffee shop mindlessly sipping tea while dreaming of the thought of you and me. Those three words always shocking me, always forming in my head but the electric current that ran from my brain to my mouth blew out every time I even thought of saying those words aloud. You started becoming distant, words turned into letters and letters turned into leaves that fell from the trees and I prepared myself for
Winter: when the news of her appeared on every channel in my heart, and I became cold. When my blood forgot the taste of anything that didn't intoxicate me, and I started dying in sync with those trees around me. When I told you "I have feelings for you", I really meant "I love you I love you. I love you."
Well it's spring again and those three little words are still floating in my head and as I look into this mirror and spill ink over you for the last time, I realize that she is your beginning and the love I feel for you does not reflect back to me but bounces off the mirror and heads straight to her.
