Apathy

I get cold easily
Not physically though
Not that I like the shivers either

You see
Once upon a mistake,
I used to be a fixer
Hell-bent on making everything and everyone okay 

But honestly, who was I kidding?
Selling myself short for the simplicity of being "good."
Or maybe I was concealing my twisted nature with all that sweetness

Well, no need to reminisce. That girl is dead.
At times I sit by her headstone and wonder
What would she do if she met you?

The cold nature of your hearts repels me.
You'd steal my warmth and leave me wondering, "Where did I go wrong?"
So although I sit and wonder what she would have done 

I can't help but shiver as I remember that
I once too experienced the winter, and unlike her
I survived, and now?

I just simply hate the cold, both in people and the wind.