In the city, the snow falls,
Whiteness is everywhere,
And the trees loom above me, daring me to look at them.
The coldness slowly seeps into my fingers, despite me being covered in warmth on the outside.

The coldness exists in the snow,
In the ice crystals that can be crushed so easily.
The snow that presents an ever present fear of a blizzard occuring.

The coldness exists in the people around me,
Always questioning me,
They don’t understand me.
They don’t even want to understand me.

The coldness follows me everywhere.
I don’t know what to do.
I rub my hands together meekly, trying to warm them up, but to no avail.
The coldness continues on it’s path to my destruction.

The coldness stays.
Even when the weather will become warmer.
Even though I blistered my hands from rubbing them too hard.
Trying to become warmer on the inside.

Even when the outside coldness leaves me.
I will stay shivering, needing affection.
I’ll get none.

The coldness traps me where I stand.
The memories assist them, as if they wanted to kill me.
I long for the warmness of what happens when the spring comes.

But that will not cure my coldness.
The coldness from the ice that seeped into my heart.
This coldness that came from my broken heart, never to heal again.
I’ll never recover.

In the city, the snow falls.
Perhaps that will be the only constant I have for now.
The fragile snow that I can crush so easily.
Hopefully that will be enough to last me for now.