You made flowers grow in my throat in the form of laughter only to tell me your true name is winter and they will soon die.
They will be replaced by alcohol and sobbing at 2am alone in my room until I cannot feel anything anymore.
You will be the worst winter I have seen and I have seen bad winters.
My mind will be that car flipped over railing after losing it on an icy road
It will not matter when Spring comes along because Spring will not have a chance, for I died on that icy road when I found that thin piece of metal that was not made to **** me.