Flip Flops

He and the seasons seemed utterly alike,
Forever on a cycled loop but terribly unstable.
            
When we first met, it was an eternal winter.
His eyes were blocks of ice-
His words to me like an avalanche of snow.
He never wanted to talk nor open up.
The snow was too compact.
He was as frozen as polar ice caps.
I don’t blame him for the blizzard that has taken over his mind.
Considering he was in this winter with me,
Suffering just as much. 
Unfortunately, I was in flip flops.

Then came flowers of his personality starting to bloom.
He had begun to open up.
As he did so, the ice melted piece by piece. 
The icicles began to deteriorate and break up piece by piece.
Miniscule doses of his laughter illuminated the once dark season.
Just as sunlight did when winter’s time had ceased.
I saw to his heart, only a glimpse or two at most.
He’d only given me pieces and luckily, I loved puzzles. 
Then his laughter and smile replaced the sun,
My flip flops didn’t seem to bother me anymore.

After a year had gone by,
He’d let me in each day, even more than the last.
I knew my feelings were as clear as a cloudless sky,
Considering the sky and I were both just as transparent as each other. 
He let me build sand castle with all of our friendships.
I was able to surf the waves of his emotional instability.
Even though he denied any feelings at all, I wore sunscreen.
The S.P.F. was meant to protect not just my skin, but my heart.
A break in case of emergency type of situation.
At this point, my flip flops were my favorite pair of shoes.

Yet, I got too close and he let in a storm. 
Our friendship had fallen like brown and orange leaves.
His laughter and smile,
Became colder by each gust of wind. 
The light that his presence brought was dimmed by the solstice.
My toes were freezing, and my flip flops started breaking.

I had now returned,
In a winter that will surely last forever.
I’m iced out while he was snowed in.
As he stays inside, I’m outside becoming numb.
I can’t feel my body nor emotions- 
The snow has consumed me.
His stare went back to icicles.
His smile became frost upon windows.
The friendship that was once flowers,
Became barren, broken trees without leaves.
My flip flops are now battered and torn.
Too worn down to continue,
Too torn from my past adventures.
The seasons had gotten the best of me.