I carry the
cruelty of Winter

Bleeds through all
of the seasons

Stops at your
heated Summer lips

My frostbitten lips
fear a kiss

The cold follows
with no reasons

Warm shivery sensation
like a splinter

On my mind
At the thought

Of both seasons
Meeting at once

its funny how artistic
we become when our
hearts are broken

If timing were as sweet,
as love is irrational*

It was the strongest, most painful thing I'd ever written.
So I crumpled it up in a ball and asked God to get it to
you for me

Because Lord knows
Lord, no,
I don't have that kind of strength