I will go against my better judgement
as I always do
when anything concerns you.
So used to me never closing the door
you let yourself in without asking
No words exchanged, clothes on the floor
Your lips are cold against my skin
from the winter breeze
You are the knife in my chest I keep twisting.
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When it bites like winter frost
And the season but linger
If we but keep on living at the cost
Of this ever after…
I felt this
But life is but made of many seasons
Beautifully written
Sincere