Dichotomy

Wistful or Bitter?

Winter time, oh winter time, how you are so cruel.

As a child I enjoyed you, a truth I can say,

though as years passed, and I've grown older,

you torment my sight with couples, and I am a romantic fool.

Do not get me wrong dear Winter, I'm pleased you grant them love,

I'm glad that they are jovial, amidst a time of uncertainty.

My very being reprimands me for jumping in headfirst,

most times I blame hormones for my emotional thirst.

Not ready for it, this much I know,

Be anxious for nothing, learn to take it slow.

The impetuous nature of youth, strikes at odd times,

Am I wistful or just bitter? I suspect I'll learn in life.

Room to grow, and a heart to show, one day I'll be better,

I'll have it all together, and follow rules to the letter.

I'll know what to do eventually, for now I'll take my time,

Wistful, or Bitter? I suppose I'll learn in life.

For now I'll say to my youth, and my yearning for a connection,

Be still young one, learn to grow in correction.