All the love poems you don't deserve

W I T H E R E D

We met in the fall when the leaves were crunchy and there was a breeze in the air. Winter came along and you offered me your warmth, your comfort. And that was strange to me. It was strange to me that you bothered to care, that you were interested. When spring blossomed so did we. We were like flowers petals dancing in the air. We would go wherever life took us and we would make the best of it, one way or another. And then summer came. All the things that could possibly go wrong vanished. We were happy, we were free. Your love was warmer than the sun itself and I didn't even mind the heat. For once I thought things could be okay. But as summer came to an end, so did we. As the days got shorter so did our conversations. As the wind got colder as night so did your attitude and your feelings. Finally it's fall again. The leaves fall to the ground just as my tears. The warmth and comfort you had offered me was gone. Winter again. The cold I was used to was harder to bear now. Spring blossomed and I joined the tomb filled with the dead forgotten flowers.