Poems at its finest

You're the winter to my fever

I breath in and out

Re-reading our conversations

Imagining it coming out of your mouth

Alas it'll only be false dreams and imaginations

I admit it brings torture to my soul

Recaping the memories

It leaves such a hole

Even if what we had is history

I would think of different scenarios

While listening to the songs you sent me

I'm sure you find my stupidity hilarious

I didn't think it'd end sooner you see

I miss the late conversations

I miss our lame nicknames for each other

Our 'nothing x)' traditions

But now all is shattered

Everything was stated

That our feelings faded

I thought I was happy 

Yet my heart feels crappy

Crappy like I miss you crappy

Gosh your laugh, your cute attempts to make me smile

I think it made me sappy

There's no denial

You're ignoring me

Makes me feel lonelier than ever

Getting over you is no guaranty 

You're the winter to my fever

:(:

-Sweetinvisibility