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Summer Michelle Feb 2016
We blossomed from the death of leaves
And flourished before the snow froze our hands

...Autumn, Winter

Rebirth of the world thawed us
Before the ripples in the water could settle

...Spring

With every sun rise and sun set
From the heat to the return of that chill
When our hands found each other again

But I fear

That like my name I'm just a season
My time will come to pass
And you'll find someone, and it'll last

...Summer
Christine Oct 2010
Perhaps I have not been careful enough.

Perhaps I wanted you to consume me.
Perhaps I wanted to consume you.

Yes, I love you.
Yes, I want you.
But reality's setting in
And the sunspots are clearing from my eyes.
The solar inferno weakens.

I had built you a statue of emeralds and golden thread
But it's been crumbling.
The emeralds are turning out to be moss-covered stones
The golden thread, stiff hay.

I knew you were only human.
Maybe I didn't believe it.
I did not love you because you were immortal.
I did not believe
-With him, with him, I shall love forever
  With him, I shall touch the moon.
   We shall be created and destroyed, created and destroyed
   Forever, and together.
   Beginnings and ends in two become one.
Perhaps I thought it
But I did not believe it.
Don't worry.

I will adjust to your humanity
And I will build you a snowman, not a statue.
A snowangel, maybe.
But I am done trying to turn myself to silver.
I am done trying to become an inferno.

Yes, I love you.
Hopefully love is enough.

— The End —