It's not my fault,
That the winters are cold and the summers slip so seamlessly through our fingers
When the wind whispers through our hair and into our ears
I do not lift a finger
And as the blades of grass send shivers down your spine
I do not sweat or fluster
I cannot blush when you tell me that my eyes match the blue of the sky for
I did not choose them
And just how I did not teach the birds their song,
I did not teach myself to love you

I did not choose to see the way the sun creates a glimmer in your eye
I did not force the smile upon your face as you look across the land we lie on
And I certainly did not
Choose
Force
Make
You leave when you leaves turned to brown
And fell to then ground like my lips when you kissed them for the last time.
Just as we cannot stop the seasons from changing,
I cannot change how I feel about you.