Everything I Hate.You're like an itch that can't be scratched.
A rash that won't go.
You're a burn that blisters and stings.
You're the salt in the wound.
You're the scum in the drain.
The smell of a rotting wooden frame.
You're that leg cramp in the night.
The shoe that's way too tight.
You're that shit I stepped on in the street.
A piece of rotting meat.
You're the papercut that you can't seem to find.
You're everything I hate and more.
You, Me, and Winter.Winters cold touch on my cheek, my cheeks blush with the cold caress.
The fresh snow crunches as I move forward and a canvas of untouched snow lay before me. Awaiting the steps of strangers.
The sun is rising but it holds no warmth against the frosty air.
I remember how much you loved the snow...like it was something new every time.
Excited and giddy, like a child. It was part of your charm...amongst other things.
You and winter became one in the same. Your touch became as cold as the air, and your eyes were as if I was staring into an icey pond. So cold, so empty...lifeless.
As winter distanced itself, so did you.
Snow still fell. The last attempts of keeping the seasons magic for just another day.
I remember leaving you last winter, but as the season comes back around, you don't. I guess you and winter aren't as alike as I thought.
Christopher.I find myself being able to stare at you again and again, seeing something new every time.
How your smile lights up your whole face, or the highlights in your eyes.
How your glasses slant slightly or the look on your face when you think of me.
The look you have when you're concentrating but can't get me out of your head.
The love and passion you have in your eyes for me, it's wonderful.
Everything I see, it's all perfect.
I love you for everything you are.