Your hands in fists,
Clenched,
Your knuckles even whiter than usual,
I can see your veins,
Making their way through you strong arms,
Intricate and incomprehensible,
Like your mind,
They resemble tree branches,
As they get to the crook of your elbow,
They change color,
From green to blue,
Like your eyes during winter,
Your favorite season.
As cold and as heartless as you,
You, my darling,
You are made of winter,
Its frosty rivers run through your body,
Delivering frozen blood,
Which feeds your cold heart,
That heart,
Pumps the frozen blood,
Through all of your body,
So you are made of winter,
You are made of cold, dark feelings,
You are made of permanent snow,
You are, an eternal winter,
Storming and destroying,
My warm soul.