Anger floods around me
I wear my jealousy like a coat

Somebody look at me
Let my scream numb your face

My body stitched together with tears
My heart left at the door

Take me away from here
I don't want to be present

I don't care
Just don't touch me anymore

The sun has never shone so bright on August days.
Wind teases her hair, dancing on her face.
He brushes it back with the softest stroke.

Clouds hang low on December nights.
Snow falls on her fingertips.
He is stiff and rigid.

Why can't they love like August winds in December clouds?