Snowfall

We're at a standstill, you and I,

in the middle of a cold and bitter place,

where you lie and I pretend it has no meaning.

The air is crisp here, like the way your lips taste

after I tell you I've had enough.

The streets, filled with white and heavy blankets of broken promises,

make my journey towards recovery much harder.

And it reminds me of the night we began to write our tragedy.

You were something I couldn't melt off me,

and so your heart became my target.

But I couldn't see through your blizzard.

My fingers kept slipping off the trigger,

hesitating as your resilience became my weakness,

and the snow began to dissolve.