it seems the more i think i know you, the less i mean to you.
I wish i could be right, but all i was to you was a warm body.
a distraction.
you were still caught in the cold of this last winter, yet all you seemed to do was warm my cold brittle bones.
you said i always felt cold.
all i was concerned about was the heat of the moment.
you refused to feel the warmth, you were lost in the cold that swept you over.
you told me you needed to take time for yourself, but i think you were just trying to defrost.
as the hands spun, you found another spark.
a beautiful flame that ignited your soggy match heart.
the way she danced in the light warmed you in ways i never seemed to be able.
when you left i found myself in the same winter  I found.
but now the summer is over, and you are gone and i was wrong.
i guess all we ever were came down to two brittle bodies trying to find warmth in each others solitude.