I have never experienced snow but it might as well be winter right now. Usually when the bad days come, I like to think of it as the raining season. Self loathe, doubt, worthlessness and sadness raining on me. Pouring heavily on every inch of my body. It floods my mind and I swim in the ocean of sadness. But this time it isn't just me. There's you, Ice Prince. How could I have thought you were cool? I should've known you were too beautiful, it can't be real. I should've known the iciness in your pitch black heart. I wasn't entirely wrong, though. You did have mercy. As I was floating in the waters to see you, I thought you could help me. You looked into my soul and placed a hand into the water. I expected warm hands but shocking jolts of ice sparked through. Surprised, it was too late for me to realize that you caused my ocean to freeze over. I am all but frozen in place as I watch you walk away. The ghost of you lingers still. You are frozen with your hand still in the water. We locked eyes and I am forced to look at you in all your iced glory. Afraid to move because you might break and I'll have nothing left to look at.

-m.b