change of seasons

I feel the shift in the wind as you approach

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end

As if on instinct of your closeness.

I once thought the chills they sent were favourable

But now …

They chill me to my core.

Maybe that’s a good thing.

Being frozen on the inside is how you survive right?

You look at me with what I once thought was adoration, but have now come to learn is indifference.

Indifferent to life, to love, to any real emotion.

To me.

But that is fine, I have become apathetic to you.

Get that? To you.

Not listless to life.

How could i?

My nieces beautiful giggle, watching a movie with my mother …

Listening to my ipod while swinging in my hammock under the stars.

All bring a warmness to my heart.

To my life.

You on the other hand … well

Frosty is your middle name.

Say your second goodbye and be done.

Think of me as the heartless one

Im not saying so long to happiness

Im just changing in the direction of the wind

I don’t want to be chilled.

Seasons change … and so do I