I only grasped you for what felt like a mere second
before you fell through my fingertips
like drops of water,
so eager to embrace the ground.

But I am not rainfall,
or autumn leaves.
I am not sleepy eyelids,
or teenage love.

I am not beautiful when I fall.

You taught me how to walk the earth
with cracked bones
and a broken heart.
And it's trying to recover
from the messy half beats
you left me with before you bailed.

And I'll lie and say that I feel the warmth of the sun,
beating down on my cold bare skin,
but deep down I know that winter
froze over me.
And the frostbite has made home
in those messy half beats of my heart.

And I'm aware that it's killing me,
but the cold and numbness,
I've found,
is oddly comforting.

-k.w//winter froze over