11-29-15
Winter and I have never been friends.
He's bitter,
So all of my love is saved for the sweet, reckless summer.
But summer isn't around when winter shows up.

I spend months longing for the kind of affection I'm deprived of when the white light reflection of snow blinds me.
But there are moments I live for.
Winter isn't so bad at night;
He's easy to admire when I'm faded into the void.
He's easy to love when he can't see me or hear my shaky voice.

Oh Summer, I wasn't ready to say goodnight,
I was only ready to stay the night.

Committing to Winter isn't voluntary.
It's a period of isolation,
He's the type to beat you and tell you that your attention always stays on him.

Winter tries to lure you in with peppermint kisses
And holiday wishes
But it's a lie to cover up the suffering you endure when the doors are shut.
Winter has no room to return your frozen love.
And conversations don't work when they're one way, hun.
It's a kind of love that sets a pit in your stomach, and fills you with a terrified feeling,
It's not the time to get high on love, it's the time to start dealing,
Hoping it'll get you to tomorrow.
You know its impossible but you hope it'll end your sorrow.

Summer, I'm missing your touch.
Oh summer, did we really have to rush?
- (m.m)

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