I fear that,
like the snow,
I will not
survive.

It doesn't feel right that everything was here before you were gone and that it remains after.

That the only life touched,
is mine.

I regret ever spending time crying over any of you and I hate writing this right now and I am so sorry I let myself be sad over someone who didn't deserve it and instead ignored that who I loved the most.

The roses spoke to me, as the rain poured down

They said don’t be sad, for the sun will surely rise

They blanketed me in their petals, and I became as colorful as the sky