Cold and relentless.

Nipping at the ears of young and old alike.

Blowing frozen piece amongst now red skin.

Pale yet beautiful.

Deadly yet admired by most.

It can not be said for all however.

A time of dread and dreariness.

Do not allow these times to drag you into the frozen river in which you stand beside.

How does one mercilessly think of himself?

All the while another who cherishes just the simplest of glances from such a person.

Despite the constant agony of hurt and regret that ways down the purest of hearts.

One who seemingly never regrets the choices they have made,

Nor the harm they may have caused to the one they claim to love

You may think “Can they not allow their hearts to flourish? Allow their lover to live happily?”

It is sad to state such, but greed is a strong attribute amongst our kin.

We do not mean to do such,

We do not intend to hold to what we can no longer keep.

Despite the knowledge of knowing we can not accomplish what they wish for us to be.

We are of a greed filled generation.

We are the generation of relentlessness.

We are the generation of never-ending pain, regret, and yes, even love.