First she is Spring,
Leaping forth with life,
Giggling, stumbling, smiling,
She beams with promise,
Shows an innocent beauty.

Next, she is Summer,
Warm with adolescence,
Bright with new knowledge,
She displays an allure and a willingness for love,
The kind that are almost singular to youth.

Then she is Autumn,
She has found the love she searched for all Summer long,
Her skies begin to gray, and memories of Spring fade,
The lines on her face stretch forth like so many bare branches,
The warmth and elegance from her youth still plain on her face.

Finally, she is Winter,
White and grey, shadows of Spring, Summer, and Fall shine behind fading eyes,
Her hands shake from the cold, and her steps are no longer so sure,
When she rests, she remembers a lifetime of triumphs; not one of mistakes,
And still, she beams as brightly as that little girl in Spring, as Winter slowly carries her away.

And I have loved her all year long.

I think I was thirteen
when I shipped myself out
to the sea of solitude
since then I've tried rowing
back to shore but
currents of discontent
are hard to fight
inevitably I gave in
to the candy-coated
pills and powders
and the minty fresh breath
of men lurking in corners
almost as sweet as sanity
eventually I overdosed on emotions
but I was only trying
to rid myself of feeling
since I was never good
at walking on the tightrope
between wanting and reality
at this point I don't know
who to apologize to
since Hallmark doesn't have cards
for sincere self loathing

it's just that
some days it's really hard
to keep your voice even
when your mother asks
if you're slipping

Wrenching lonely hearts plunge into the abyss
moaning over sleepless nights
With concrete weights attached to their wrists
and they cling to the tapestries of days spent
Coming up with endless theories of how or why
they were reduced to this
Beating their chest hoping the ache would forfeit
and the physical stain leaves the worst hunger pains
Graveling for a crumb of red velvet cake
Shaken to the core in the wake of a bed that's occupied no more
Twisting in the sheets
on the hooves of love's defeat
Playing beats to ease the tension
in desperate search of redemption but
within those late hours there's nothing but darkness
Wishing endlessly that they could depart from
the trials faced in rejection
Perspectives blackened and scorched
by a lover's torch

It was a lifetime ago since we last spoke,
One month, twenty-three days, ten minutes, thirty-six seconds to be exact.
The silence you left between us filled the empty parts in my heart.
Waiting for the day, the time when you would possibly miss me too,
I needed you to stay.
It was a sunny afternoon, when I saw you hand in hand with someone new,
All I wanted was to tell you,
tell you how much you missed, to thank you,
thank you for the memories of a love that wont fall through.
And in that moment I  could've sworn we'd never be the same again,
It doesn't matter what you say or what you do, it'll always be her over you