There once was a girl who swam with the waves and wore her pink sunglasses backwards. They hung like her hair; disheveled and askew over a pair of empty eyes that matched the ocean she loved more than life itself. But the ocean ate the sand and the beach turned to stone and the girl grew up and died alone. I miss the summer. This winter chill is leaking into my soul and turning my fingers to ice. I used to love the winter. When did I change so much? I felt very small today. I sat on my front porch and slurped hot chocolate and watched the moon rise. It was cold but the mug in my hands reminded me that I could feel warmth. I felt like I haven't in a long time. I felt ready....I waited patiently for the thaw to come but obviously she had other plans that contradicted mine. But I didn't complain; there will be other days to spend with them but only a few with myself.... Am I still pretty, lying naked on your floor? I don't believe in you. I'm sure that I am sleeping. You can't be for real. I live in dreams and yet you try to wake me. My words are the poetry you will never read. How could this work? How could this work? Take your hands and erase me.