A harsh winter

We were only a whisper

in a long and loud conversation.

The combination of my senseless expectations

and your lack of sincerity

never gave us a chance.

The truth is I was like winter

but you were opposed to the cold.

You liked it warm and comfortable and sunny

but I was only a cloud-filled pale grey sky.

And when you saw the storms approaching

you ran for shelter

But I was left alone

to brave the storm on my own.