Cold snap

Would you catch me if I fall,

Or would you even notice at all?

Because I can't make up my mind,

If you're indifferent or arsey or kind.

What's the point in talking of trust,

When your last honest words are turned to rust?

You want me near, you want me far,

A blinking, shifting, unreliable star.

I could run for miles away from your coldness,

And then run back to admire your boldness.

Two-faced is an underestimation,

Of your talent to inspire fascination.

Let me fall and climb the hill once more,

Let me map the places I love and adore.

Then your words can fall on deaf ears,

And I can release our irresponsible fears.

If you fall I will always catch you,

Even as the chill turns my skin to blue,

You will sing to me when the blooms unfurl,

But this time I won't dance around in a whirl.