Theres something about the way the snow falls from the winter sky
Some days it will fall down peacefully, softly
And gently kiss the ground
Some days it falls down fast and hard
As if the sky was shooting bullets down to the ground
Dangerous, bold
Snow is this beautiful and unpredictable thing
Its powerful and bold and strong
Its gentle and peaceful and soft
Its magnificent, yet dangerous
Its similar to the way that you loved me
Some days it would be beautiful
You would gently caress my face turning it this way and that
Taking in everything that you claim to love
Your fingers would ever so lightly find their place between mine
Your eyes would softly look at me
soaking up every single part of me
The way I laugh
The way I smile
As if I was a novel that you would always read
Captivating
You would place feathery kisses upon my cheeks upon my lips
Your kisses were intoxicating and addicting
They where a cigarette that I always wanted to smoke
They were a bottle of ***** that I would always want to get drunk off of
Addicting and dangerous
Softly killing me
Little did I know, this softness would end
Soon your hands started to become weapons
Littering me with the colors of blue and black and purple
I learned that foundation came in 14 different colors
Pain was no longer a feeling to me but a lifestyle
You were this beautiful and tempting thing and I became addicted
But all addictions end up crashing and burning in the end
The way you loved me was similar to the way the snow would fall from the winter sky
It started off beautiful and gentle but it soon became deadly

-b.c.