You told yourself this emptiness was temporary. You told yourself you’d feel warmth again. You told yourself the winter could not last forever. How many times will you tell yourself these things before you believe them? How many times will you accept the pain? How many times will you black out before you figure out it’s not the answer? Will you ever realize if you can’t remember the answer you’ll never learn it? Will you ever realize the thaw will not come on it’s own? Will you ever learn that setting fires will only leave you burnt? A humans warmth is not hot enough. Their hatred leaves scars. Thoughts are a blanket. You can not control your own so you feed off of others. You read to feel something. Sad movies feel like a space heater. Every time someone tells you they love you your chest melts. How many people will it take? How much love will be enough? To turn your frozen heart into a puddle?