the tea grows cold
and older does my weariness
beseech each plain white tenderness
outside of this window

the steady fall of snow
my heart dies and folds over
like the world slowly ceases

within these months of
sleepless piercing pain

i wonder if you remember me
down there
where nothing freezes

except when your will
so it be done


I cannot write anymore. Not while my heart is still in a rigorous fit of dyslexia. How he still pains me even after all of these months. I know he'd want to hear this because it just goes to show that he has won again. What a stupid fool.