it's summer and i am awake
forced to live with myself
i often think to just how simple it would be
to curve the metal across
or drape silk around my neck
winter asks no questions
just wraps its arms around and lulls me away
summer torments me
mocks me with every waking moment
spits in my eye as i'm forced to breathe
it won't leave a visible mark
i'm too old for that now
i'm a coward at heart
and that summer knows