To you alcohol is the finest during the winter’s embrace the warm jacket..the burning fireplay.. though the cold pierce you deeply to your core.. the tips of your toes and the fingers turning pale you let it until it gets black and brittle.. froze to death! that’s what you’re up to.. because you could not withstand the pain of a broken soul.. you cringed into your position.. preserve this body and take it in.. cover it with flakes until it cannot be recovered where no one will ever remember..
I wish the guy well who is my inspiration of this poem..you don't need the love you wanted..you need the love you deserve..