Winter

You always loved the winter,

But I was a crayon sun,

So I let you rip me up into paper snowflakes;

Let you destroy me so I would become what you wanted.

But don’t worry, it’s my fault

For believing I could thaw out the ice in your heart –

As though I really was the sun,

But I was only paper.

And I didn’t want to believe it,

But you are just like the winter;

Beautiful,

But cold.

- November, 2015