my hands are cold
they’ve been cold for a while now.
I’ve lost a lot of life
and it only feels like I’m drowning yours now.

im not okay
and i can’t risk spreading it
it’s so difficult to open up
i realize it more

it makes me feel weak
it makes me think
that, i am pulling someone down
i Live in darkness

they're are glimpses of light
Every so often
But evidently, there are more black outs then there is light out


im a lot like winter

then, summer comes right?
but not mine, mine is winter.
and i always meet summers.

people who live like summer even if they feel winter
Friends, lovers, family.
the opposite of what i am
im trying to understand.

i have some traits of summer
But they’re all just....
not enough
to be like summer's.

my sun shines,
just not nearly as long.
my plants grow but
nothing like summers

summer you’re beautiful
you always will be to me at least
my friends hate you
Because they say you’re to much to handle

they never make sense
I can only love you.
Because you and i
will never live together.