sophia, she sat next to the window, back bare as the frost consumed the glass
i inhale the smell we've created along with the feeling of guilt and trepidation
am i a weapon?
with the rocky mountain that is my mentality?
she isn't cold
but i feel like ice on the bear rug i lay on in front of the fireplace i threw my past in
if stability was easy, she would be in flames - nonexistent
i intertwine my fingers with knotted fur
i let her drive me here, i caused this heartache
my unhappiness is derived from me