Forecast

Is there something wrong

Or is it just the weather

(How can you promise over something

That you know won't last forever?)

Is it the lack of sunlight 

In my skin that's making me crazy

Or is it the way people pick me

And then leave like a worn out sweater

I used to crave for the cold months

But my winters are growing colder

As I grow older and bolder

And the blanket of my naivety

No longer covers my shoulders

No presents under the tree

No tree at all, why bother?

No christmas lights on the entrance

For years now no one comes over

Is there something wrong

Or is it just the weather

That's freezing the air between

me and all the things I love

Or maybe it's just the loudness 

Of the heartbeats in my ribcage

that scare away all dauntless 

who dares to get close enough.

Agnes Hightopp