I use to love her;
          until the halo went away.
          should have known from the start.
          now her scars mark my heart.
          what use to be a bright future,
          is the darkest part.

I found you;
             fell in love with you,
             kissed you.
             made sweet love to you,
             loved it.
             Our souls mated,  
             we matched like the perfect fit.
             swore to love you forever.
             and then forever ended --
             Classic      

                                                The End.

I'm afraid to fall in love because I know what it feels like to love someone so deeply that it takes over your body. it's this feeling of despair mixed with happiness and it's so confusing. it's craving the other person in every aspect of the word, physically, mentally, emotionally. it's insanity, losing your mind over them. the jealousy and the feeling of insecurity that you might not be enough. the swelling in your chest when they say they love you and you feel as if you're floating. I'm afraid to fall in love because what happens after that, the crash, is too much. it's a feeling of despair and sadness. it takes over your body and washes you out like a tidal wave. you crave the other person but you know they don't feel the same and your cravings only strengthen. it's insanity, losing your mind trying to figure out why you weren't enough. knowing that you were never enough. and the knot in your stomach when they tell you they don't love you anymore you feel as if your whole world has ended.

I'm in love with summer.
Standstill air,
dandelions drifting
the weight of the sky
pressing white heat.
Cold, waves beating the shore,
ceaselessly into the past,  
of when I was drowned
in your dreams.

I'm in love with autumn.
Crisp air,
Nudging leaves off gnarly oaks
and tall, regal cedars.
Lost in the anagram of colors,
I see fire,
      I see blood red.
I see a Faustian bargain
            but we won.

I'm in love with winter.
The biting cold in my fingertips,
the solitude of confinement,
walls of windows show snow
that blankets every edge.
And the birds that have left,
to warmer places.
Opportunity, that's what you said.
And your bags, and you,
were gone in the blowing snow.

I'm in love with the spring.
The clear blue waters,
and ferryboats beating against the current,
the gardens bursting into light,
the promise of growth and
of future
and of hope.
but, I guess, we weren't meant to grow old.
And the sight of spring flowers
and trees with bright green buds,
makes me sick to my stomach.

I am in hate with the spring.