Exhaustion That Led To Collapse

Under the hum of city lights

Where months before

I bid my goodnights

And hushed my truth

Heavy snow kissed my pale flesh

Finding comfort in small gestures

Burdened by this sense of self

Now we're nothing short of heaven sent

You saw through my guise

Before I ever could

Our images blur into sound

Your voice kept me warm

I could not keep myself from tripping up

Finding comfort in small gestures

Burdened by this sense of self

Defined by my past mistakes