Summer

On abusive relationships.

You are summer

you are my curtains
fleeing from the breeze
as I succumb to the
spiteful summer sun

you are the twitching
feeling I get in my
cheekbones when I'm
smiling so hard because
I'm afraid to stop

you are the cool rain
on a 90 degree day,
welcome in my embrace
for the afternoon,
but leaving me freezing
by the time the sun
resumes hiding behind
the trees

you are the pollen
that intrudes my house
and leaves me sitting
on the floor for two
hours cycling through
a box of tissues