Winter

everyone goes through

their own twisted, fucked-up versions

of good and bad phases

but no matter how hard I try

I cannot think of her

ever hurting anyone on purpose

because I know her

I understand her

this secret that she locks away

seemingly bounds her astray

making her out to be

the bad guy

but she is a crypt of misery

pushing away any contact

of pure-hearted synergy

she is vivid

in her own way

she is kind

because she shoves all goodness

outside of her mind

keeping the vibrant day

away from the eternal night

she is winter

poisoning her own water

so that spring

can have everything

without her.

I just wish she could know

that I am only spring

because I was once winter.