Winter is cold knuckles
and
wet socks.
Closing your eyes to the cold wind
and
shaking.

Winter is not being able to
get
out of bed.
Disassociating to the point
of
mania.

Winter is standing outside
to
feel something.
Never telling anyone that you can’t
*******
breathe.

Winter is how you made me feel
deep down
inside.
I need to get in touch with
the other
seasons.

Until next year