winter changes a lot of things.
the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covere...
your scarlet bad habits are starting to feel so nice, like burnt down ashes and ember falling on ice, it hurts to breathe but i think i'll be alright, this is the kind of love that burns you alive;
and we talk about courage after every fight, you threaten to leave and i think you might; on a quiet afternoon after a deceitful night; i knew i had enough, but you were always a step ahead; leaving me astray before you could be left, i remember this is just how we met.
ashamed i could ever forget- your scarlet bad habits, your witless white lies, now i'm left with only memories of my own valiant cries. your scarlet bad habits are charred in my mind, somethings i can't forget until the day i die.
do all stories have such a climactic end? riveting mistakes that nobody can amend.
and every year on winter solstice, i see the false daylight, it reminds me of you and i; everything we used to be- burnt down ashes and ember falling on ice; died down roses stuck in frozen ground like it's never meant to be found, yet your scarlet bad habits have never failed you now, you pluck the iced flowers, wither them down, set them ablaze and watch the fire burn out.
your scarlet bad habits can never trick me now.
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a/n : Here I present to you, a winter tale of a toxic relationship/ friendship. The main message I want to convey is that you are better off without people who pull you down and you shouldn't ever want to carry scars on your back that don't belong there.
I hope this poetry brought across what I wanted it to and thank you for reading.
