Those words of you

I walked away when you said those, But I never knew how to make it work. Many thoughts and illusions compose.  Some horrid impressions often lurk.   Spring was beautiful but a waste.  Summer was fun but too tiring to prepare, Winter was dreamy, but dreams were dry and distaste. Oh, silly me! Why haven't I listened?  To the words you showered. Tattered and pinned me down as you said. But now it's all gone, but did I ever misread?  The words are lost and I question myself.  The significance of the words was merely felt. But now I regret it, as it eats me like a parasite.