Anything else?

As some find that others are not good friends,
we feel the heat of she who condescends,
not that we don’t deserve all that it lends,
but it begs to ask, “What are these trends?”

Forgetting about one thing but not the other,
are these the things of excuses or definitions?
Explanation to those who have not a lover,
with the blooming of a new set of premonitions?

Some try so hard to resist the passing of seasons,
blinded by the insecurities we call reasons,
pass the blame on and continue the treasons,
against ourselves and fade away our intentions.