Spring
Long days and faces. Rain runs down the window, or am I looking at a mirror?
Electricity in the sky and my mind, the only thing keeping me close to alive.
The line between abhorrence and desire as thin as the horizon, still either side longs for him like craving warmth in the winter.
My heart warms with the weather and I no longer strive for only him.
On tedious days thoughts of you fill the cavities that he has etched into my heart.

Summer
My counterfeit smile you mistake for sweet. Intoxicated by cobalt waves and me, reality too easily washed away.
Eternal sun and your presence, the only things eminent. Entranced, an addict and his drug.
I become your nicotine. Now you only dream of me, whispering about your addictive personality.
You steal my well practiced smile and wear it with her, dull spirited.

Autumn
Golden leaves and my spirit fall while I find ease in tainting your coy disposition with blame.
I question whether I could be the culprit but these thoughts shorten with the days.
Accusations are made and buried all within the duration of this momentary sunset; you become evanescent.
Memory is stronger than a promise, push me aside and I'll stay with you like the ink in a tattoo.

Winter
All color capitulates to angel dust falling from the stars. Now you see what it's like to live in gray scale.
Imitating frosted windows, I have lost translucence.
Fingers shake. Long sleeves become invariable, only pain exists underneath.
Ashen irises, their peridot has faded.