I have a tendency to fall in love with people who mimic the seasons:

in spring I fell in love with a boy who's green eyes lit up when he smiled. he came quick and left even faster. he was much too put together to love someone like me.
everywhere he went, he left behind happiness and beauty.  when he spoke, it sounded like the night sky, peaceful and calm.
while I was chugging handles of liquor and smoking cigarettes on my back porch, he was studying for tests and falling in love with a girl who was no good for him.
i promised him he would find someone who would treat him like the stars treat the sky and let him go because I was a downpour and he was the eye of the storm.  

when the heat of summer came, so did he. his crystal blue eyes hid more mystery than the sky.
he only ever told me how he felt when his body was more full of alcohol than it was blood, although he promised me he spoke a sober mind.
his tongue was a liar and his heart was a thief but when he touched me, he illuminated my body and ignited my bones and I've never felt more alive and on fire than I did with him.
his kiss caused heat stroke and when he went away, the fire he started boiling in my blood left me in ashes.

then autumn came, along with a boy with honey brown eyes that glistened in the sun.
he was an artist and he decided to mimic the changing colors of the leaves, and painted my skin and my mind in dark purples and light browns.
he told me that I was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in any museum, but I felt more like empty hallways than art filled walls when I was with him.
he made the temperature in my ribcage drop about one hundred degrees and I began to realize why my mind kept freezing up when I tried to speak to him.
when I finally cut loose of his heavy grasp, i couldn't see the flicker of color in my own eyes any longer, and I began to feel more dead than alive.

in winter, I met a boy who's eyes were a deep teal. I looked for months, but I could never see a sparkle in them, always empty, always seeming to gaze right through me.
his touch was like cold spring waters and when he kissed me, I could feel all the life inside of me drown under the pressure.
he whispered I love you while sliding out from underneath the sheets and his icy breath lingered against my skin. he made my every pore ache.
he was a blizzard and  I couldn't wait for his presence to melt away.

after a year had come and gone I found a boy who's eyes changed with each season.
his smile brought flickers of sunshine and his mouth spoke hurricanes and his kiss felt like forever.
when he loved me the same in the ferocity of heat and the desolation of coldness, I saw him as more than just one person.
he was everything; all at once.
and I loved him.