with one last kiss on the cheek,
i watch as winter sweeps you away.
your face disappearing in a flurry of snowflakes.
Your name drifting off in the wind.
No matter how cold the winter, and no matter what it brings.
I know your memory will last past the coming spring

Self love is a war,
Except you are on both sides.
Everyday a different battle,
Like the changing of the tides.
Your mind tells your heart
“You are not what you seem”
Never a small bit of satisfaction,
Never truly clean.
You must learn
You are what you make yourself
The lesson is to
Love yourself
Speak yourself

So many good people die in the winter,
And leave the warmth in their hearts for the spring