I've been abandoned twice. Wait, maybe four times. No, is it five? Who's counting anymore? By you. You who is cold to the touch, dismissive of any warmth in your heart. You must shiver at night living in a frozen snow globe, feigning a genuine smile. I should know better than to feel something for you but I always do. In some twisted, wicked sense of humor it's always so that I can keep you by my side. That's where you belong, and my throat is choking up. But you don't want to be there. Years later, I'm still trying. I'm so sure I can make you remember that you love me. Don't you want to remember?