The fateful red thread

I let

her in

she yanked the crimson thread that binds us all together,

piece by piece, 

into insanity. 

We are now tethered to each other's suffering instead of each other.

in every season, i'll adore you

I'm here for the growth, the brightening, the weathering, And the hurdling for all of you.

I'll love you more in the spring, when you're growing and flowering,
when you're attempting to replace cold with warmth,
And when you're regenerating pieces of yourself.

I'll love you when you are summer,
When you're beaming bright and don't feel the need to cover your heart with a blanket,
When you're expressing all the warmth you have within.

I'll adore you when you're autumn,
When you're losing your skin,
When you're naked and vulnerable,
When you're changing and weathering.

I'll love you when you are winter,
When you're cold and bitter with the outside world,
When you're terrified of the fractures in your soul,
And it feels like the darkness will never cease.

Come as you are, and I will adore you in any season.