01.19.16

the rush of love comes quickly, burying me, like an avalanche,
and even long after you've gone i still feel the weight of you.
i exhale, see my breath, a cloud in front of me, and i think of you,
and think of how much easier it was to breathe in the summer.
you're just a vapor, a ghost, a shiver lingering on my skin.
i'm waiting for my heart to thaw in a winter that seems to never
end.