my last letter to you

it's a damn cold night,
and i know you're somewhere out there,
thinking the exact same thing,
as you sit in the cold behind your physics textbook,
trying to make sense of the continuum hypothesis,
you feel inexorably cold

it's a damn cold night,
i know we can never be together,
i know that you don't think about me any more,
that i was nothing but a mere transient hiatus,
and that you feel cold because of her,
because only she can make you warm,
but i also know,
that i can't forget you
and that has to count for something, if not, anything,
doesn't it?

it's a damn cold night,
and memories starts to freeze,
to a complete frost,
unmoving, unchanging,
always there.

it's a damn cold night,
and memories will stay,
though i know that i can now finally be able to leave,
because i know you're happy,
though you may be cold,
i know that the stars above you sing her name,
your inbox is filled with her love,
her voice was the soundtrack of your summer,
and you feel warmth
the kind i can never give to you,
and now it's my turn to find warmth
somewhere else

it's a damn cold night,
and i'm trying to figure out this life,
won't you
take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
i don't know who you are,
not anymore,
but i'm always,
and i'll always be with you

thank you for taking me somewhere new,
thank you for taking me to a place i've never been before,

thank you for telling me,
that i can be much stronger than i think
thank you for making me better

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"and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. not about any one thing, but everything" - along for the ride, sarah dessen