We tend to push people away to get our own personal space,
And then
we cry of loneliness.

Sometimes we need a little fog
in our life to remind ourselves
that everything isn’t always as clear as it once seemed to be.

Feeling in-between
The seasons
Winter and spring
With the melt,
Your heart
Sings, frozen embers
Fade to cinders,
Please remember...
"I can't."
It's still winter,
"No, it's not."
Spring has been here too,
Not inside this
Reality,
As soon as
It starts to
Thaw,
The freeze
Comes back
To welcome
Winter
After the fall.

, And you'll never know her heart break.