Deep Tree Metaphors

I have this habit of using really weird metaphors to describe things, so this is me making fun of myself for it.

Sometimes, when I look outside and see fallen leaves,

I remember how I am a deciduous tree,

and I fell for you,

But you were coniferous, 

and you never fell for me.

Even when the days grew shorter,

even when snow covered the ground,

you held onto your needles.

When Spring came, and I finally grew my leaves back,

I was plunged into another dead, cold winter

as I watched you give your needles

to someone else.

I became a Weeping Willow,

and you were content in your decision

that even though, as fall approached,

and you promised your needles would fall,

you held tight and fast,

and shed them

for someone else.

And when Spring came, and my leaves began to bloom again,

and the pine cones hanging from your branches looked promising,

the sunlight shone through my limbs and warmed me steadily,

while it never perforated yours.

When the wind blew, it carried you away from me

and to someone else.

Author's Note

In case it's hard to tell, this was about someone showing me signals that they liked me without actually liking me, and looking like they were going to drop their walls and trust me to be their friend, but they didn't.