Every bare branch on the tree
looks like the stake being ******
through my heart,
The silver sliver moon reminds me
of your toxic smile
reflected upside down on my face,
The biting cold doesn't bite
hard enough for my exposed chest
to feel the pain,
And with each pair of headlights
directed toward me
comes the private, desperate wish
they were speeding down my lane.
Am I going crazy?
Or simply thinking of you?