Seasonal Love

It all ends in pain.
Are we ashamed
of this love we have had?
It's my turn again.
Will you defend
from my bitter heart?
 
Will you still love me?
I can't agree to these rules
we've made, but I've tried.
Tired of living this lie
in this bitter life,
but this Princess won't cry.
 
So ignore these tears in my eyes.
Please. For me.
I hate your sympathy,
but not the symphany 
of your soul,
or those blue eyes
that make me lose control.
 
So many words untold to me.
Stabbing my bleeding heart
and tearing us apart
with your wintry silence.
 
Constantly clashing with me
and my summer's heat,
but not thrashing my insides
because of the God 
in which we reside.
 
Summer and Winter are we,
but will we ever agree
on this consensus of souls?
This shit gets old.
You think I'm cold,
but I'm just angry
you're not bold.
 
Do you want the truth?
It doesn't take a sleuth
to know I'm upset:
 
When I get the Bible instead of you.
When I get a story instead of you.
When you're not there and I'm blue.
When I feel this is all untrue
and fear the phrase "I hate you."
 
Will it all end in pain?
Will Fall and Spring come again?

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