I feel terribly pretty as a new world flakes and falls around me
Leaving it's wet winter worries to lay on my cheeks and melt into tears
Sticking to my hair,
it covers me in cold reminders and regrets and wrongs
God only knows how many are stacking up now.

But I smile anyways because when I pry the ice from my eyelids,
when I brush it out of my lashes and cry it from my pupils
I see you,
with that mischievous look upon your face
Asking me why I don't just come inside,
already.