Four Seasons of I Can’ts

Summer.
I had a crush on you.
One sunny day, I told you about it and asked you out for coffee.

You said, “I can’t.”

Fall.
On a chilly day, we met.
I asked you out again.

You said, “I can’t yet.”

Winter.
You can’t stop kissing me.
I smiled into the kiss.

You said, “I can’t stop myself.”

Spring.
I was looking into your eyes, you’re looking straight into mine.
I asked you why you can’t stay the night.

You said, “I can’t anymore.”

And I swear.
Out of the many I can’ts you said,

I can’t anymore cut the deepest.

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