Snow is falling outside
Its cold and beautiful
It reminds me of better times
When love wasn't complicated
And hearts weren't so fragile

My love is like ****** snow
Untouched and refreshing
Thinking of you gives
Me horrible ideas
Ideas about love and
Other mushy things
But recently thinking of you
Gives me a sharp lingering
Pain in my chest.

I write when I'm confused
When nothing makes sense

̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶i̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶i̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶i̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶i̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶b̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶d̶o̶w̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶p̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶r̶u̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶l̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶i̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶t̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶k̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶k̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶l̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶l̶r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶ ̶i̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶m̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶i̶l̶l̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶u̶n̶t̶s̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶i̶z̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶i̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶i̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶i̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶l̶l̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶

What a good poem.