Loneliness wasn’t ever yours to own. Sad friend. Glossy eyes. Tell me what made you that way? I’m not much better, but your punch has power and I can see you making a tighter fist. Liquor burns your tongue and you tell me that you swear you can breathe fire. A part of me believes you. But it doesn’t take screaming at a frozen moon to convince me. I’m blooming with the seasons and you’re still obsessed with a lonely winter. I think that’s why you’re always shaking. Swear you won’t fall through the ice, but I fearfully hold my breath every time you take a step. But if I had to be your friend again, I’d still choose you in another life. Maybe just during a calmer season. -AMT ©️