I know I shouldn't say this, but I
-at one point- gave every part of my heart to you. It was as if
I set it outside your door and when you opened it and saw
it-you wanted to slam your door- But instead you lifted it up
and invited me inside for tea even though you know I can't
stand it. And we would talk for hours on end. Right as you are
about to send me away you pull me in for a hug. It was as if
you would do this everyday. Asking for something less than what
you knew I wanted.
And that little box, so full of my love, it was sitting in your
back pocket until the day you had no use for my company. Then
you threw it into the snow. So that is why my heart is so
cold.