alone

cold

The snow continues to fall, while I’m inside

hurting like Hell because you haven’t called.

I’m wondering if you ever really cared at all.

I can finally stop playing the fool

who thought we would always be together.

I’ve been through enough cold weather

and heart ache.

Even the Moon has Wreckage

I’m always testing the ones who love me

even though the number is few.

Sweet words are so foreign

I don’t trust them to be true.

Like the moon,

showing the world pretty bright lights

and hiding a part of itself never to be seen.

Letting people in is so hard when you know

They are so likely to go

after rubbernecking at the wreckage.

And bruises fade faster if no one keeps pressing into them.