You were Winter trying to convince me that you were Spring,
The biting warmth that embraced me when you were around
Was the bite frost so cold it burned
It was the lie of love,
The lie of warmth,
The lie of safety,
You knew I hated winter,
The cold hit too close to my heart,
To my pulse
Threatening to slow and freeze the blood that already was weak with fighting to flow
Snow and Winter are disciples of deceit
Faces of purity and beauty distract
As the warmth, the fluidity of life gets trapped.
I knew too much of being trapped,
Of having the energy that fills me drain
Slowly down-- a faulty tap
The shackles of nothing binding me to the ground,
Convincing me I was safer on ground,
Snow seduces a sense of calm
The anger that roils within the chest of a broken lover calms,
Unfeeling becomes the anger that has made its place, nestled amongst the gapes of heartbreak
Winter coaxes minds into numb submission,
Yet the only thing worse than being broken from love,
Is being broken and feeling nothing,
The calm of winter is fake, freezing over anger and flaws doesn't erase them
But maybe if I stand outside long enough the cold will crawl its way towards what remains of my heart
And take its life and energy away, maybe then I won’t care,
Maybe then the pain of rejection of being left won’t sting
No matter, Spring will come and thaw the hurt heart, and anger will rush back in
But it’s still winter,
And White Pure Paint settles on the planes of this world hushing it
Softening it,
This world is not soft, and
Fake facades mean nothing.
And seasons don’t really matter, because Summer is the season you left me.