Honey, you're so last season.

i.    standing on tiptoes-
           a racing heart barely keeping me grounded
                     your mere glances caused my skin to burn.
                               (the summer sun had nothing on you, boy.)

ii.                                      stolen kisses in the fall-
                      hidden snugly under dying willows
           and whispered secrets on the wind.
(autumn always was your favorite season.)

iii.    like the dead of winter-
                 I quickly became cold.
                            my heart froze over
                                    never again beating the same rhythm.
                                                 (jack frost would be envious.)

iv.                           the prettiest of flowers bloom in spring-
                      leaving a nasty taste on my tongue.
               my body tingled as I thawed.
   (my cheeks wet with my own tears.)