I remember when you drew me in

Like an open flame

In the frigid winds

You called my name

And when I got burned,

Nothing would be the same.

You said you loved me

And I believed you

Because that’s what mother’s do,

They teach you.

But now you say other things

That bring me a great deal of pain,

And when it comes down to it,

You always have someone else to blame.

The cold feels all the much worse when you have felt the fire’s hug.

The warmth is gone and I am stuck in with a frostbitten tongue.

All alone, all cold-

Only have one I can truly count on

And even he seems far away today.

Everything is an infinite cycle of healing and wounding

And then the scarring  suffocates the ugly truth underneath,

No room to breath...

And defense mechanisms are made

And everyone is blamed-

No one will ever be the same.