The Weather Inside is Frightful

"Santa you bitch, didn't get a damn thing from my Christmas list.
All I got was this broken heart, and that's it.
Santa you bitch, oh, there's only one thing that I truly wish
I wish my old girl would have never kissed St. Nick."
-"Santa Stole My Girlfriend" by The Maine

I love that song. I've currently got it playing on repeat. It warms me, and seeing as it's so cold outside, I'm a big fan of warm things. That's gotta be my favorite thing about Christmas time. It gives me this warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I love wearing large winter coats and scarves and beanies just to stay warm and how my toes are never not freezing. Cause I don't like hot weather, I like being warm in cold weather. It's comforting. Unlike this poem.

Warmth

Frozen feet clicking down that sidewalk.
Freezing to death, but she wishes to talk.
Her fingers iced like the grays of his eyes
He's so cold but he's so warm.

Back and forth, she keeps forgetting to breathe
Pacing, she knows she really should just leave
Breath like condensation on the window of a car
He's so cold but he's so warm

"Make me love you," she wants to scream
"I'm all alone outside this fantastic dream."
She hates him, that bitter internal storm
She's so cold, but she's so warm.