Summer Love Poem by Jenna Jones

It was in the summer when I saw him for the first time, sparks flew and in that moment I knew I had fallen beyond return.

His lips tasted like cigarettes and the promise of heartbreak but I didn't care, we were without any worries, young and free.

I let my hair down when he was around, didn't give a damn about what they'd say because I was his and he was mine too.

But as the seasons began to change, summer turned to autumn, autumn bled into winter and winter into spring.

His lips now tasted like cherry chapstick, the kind Katie from down the street wore and the knowledge that I should have known better.

I tie my hair up now because he is no longer around; I give a damn, maybe more about what they say because I am no longer his and he, well he was never really mine.

Summer comes around but there are only memories, the sound of his laugh, the way he looked in my bed with morning light on his face and how he whispered my name in the dark of night.

Once again the seasons changed, summer into autumn, autumn into winter, winter into spring.

No longer do I remember the taste of his lips and I can't say for certain if that is a good thing but my heart no longer hurts when I hear our song and the memory of your touch no longer haunts me every night.

I've begun to wear my hair down again; I no longer give a damn about what they say because though you may have never been mine, I am no longer yours.