I'm giving her reason to live. I can't find it myself anymore these days. I cannot fathom-ly place the pieces of my broken self into a piece of art that would make beings gawk.

I told her that if I could, I would take all the pieces I've placed together, and give them to her. To know how conflicted happiness and sadness are the greatest paradox to live inside your soul.

To know the sensation of a smile kissing your lips, instead of kissing a boy.

To know the tingling in your fingertips, when you nerve endings are no longer dead at the place where you are supposed to feel life's every painstaking, throbbing moment.

This life is worth the pity that crawls up into the weaves of your skull late at night as the luminescence from the computer screen is screaming for you to keep your eyes glued on it because if you close your eyes you are not sure whether or not they will open again.

To wake up every morning with either a hangover, a smile, or sadness over your shoulder.

The pitiful moments through the blizzard are worth it to see the sunshine windy days that spring brings.

Spring isn't here yet-
the groundhog said it might not come this year.

I'll keep treading through this powder white with her heart in my hand until I reach the sun.