time is precious,
a resource never truly valued
until it creeps up behind
and leaves nothing but a need for more.

the bitter wind bites
as the day melts away like a snowflake
falling onto the warm surface of human skin.

who knew this would be the outcome.
it left us with questions,
it brought us closer
but tore us apart
one by one
until there was no tears left to cry.

and one by one we were made to be happy

but we are fake happy,
we are breaking on the inside
and wanting the escape that tore us apart in the first place.