in the fall was the first time i saw
your big brown eyes. your hair
was the colour of the leaves falling
from the trees. i didn't think much about
how often you texted me or how you would
follow me out into the halls.

your hands were always so cold when the
snow started to fall, and your lips were so chapped
it looked like you've been biting them for a week.
and as the snow started to fall, so did i

your kiss was as refreshing as the spring morning
when the fog filled the air with dew on the grass. i told
you that i hurt myself before you came along and how i planned
to stop. i wonder if he kissed me because he felt bad.

the summer was as lonely as hell. you went away to
you dads and i don't think you remembered what my
lips tasted like when you got drunk with your other friends at camp.

you came back in september and welcomed me into your pale
skinny arms that were so comforting. i wonder if you even missed me.

and now its winter again and your heart is turning cold
just like the snowflakes landing on your eyelashes and
sometimes i don't know if we will make it but i keep holding
your hand so tight, you won't be able to let go. but maybe your heart will