I Am The Cold

When you’re freezing
From the winters or the snow,
Please remember: I am the cold.

I won’t be there to warm you
In your darkest of times or
Even when tears fall from your eyes.

If you want me there, just know:
My cold is contagious,
Carcinogenic, and bold.

The steady 35º that I run
Is chilling to the core
And to everything around me.

If you touch me when you’re sad,
The cold will sting your hand,
And try to make you his.

So, for your own good,
Don’t love the cold;
He’ll bring you pain.

Leave me – and I am the cold –
Leave me to stay here,
And you can go.