I didn't used to feel this cold. I was the kind of kid that kept summer within them. I went barefoot through the snow, I wore shorts late into the fall. Never brought a coat. That was before I met you. 

The first time I saw you, the air chilled. Frost appeared in the corners of my vision. Suddenly I was winter. Never warm, never content.

You.

I can't think of you without shivering, because you are the only one that can complete me and you are the only one I cannot keep. I kept the sun inside of me but you coaxed it out with icicle words and locked it away.

Sometimes I can remember the warmth. I can pretend that spring is close and the ice will thaw and that it's only temporary. But then I remember you and realize how permanent my love for you will be.

And winter comes again.