In the shivers , the frost .

The cuddles , the toast .

Came the dangles , the moans .

The scratches, beyond the coast .

In the Summer, it was warmer .

The mumbles, the noise .

Came the heat, the sweats .

The waves, before the shaves .

In the Fall , they came the more .

The aggressiveness , the slaps .

Came the pain, the tears .

In my page , it was a cage .

In the winter , oh! My life was done .

The harder I restricted , the furious they went .

Came the drugs , after the sex .

The icy days, should be my mourning days .

In Spring, the feast was excess .

The more drugs I took, the less pain I felt .

Came the urge, to stab and run.

The cold chase , the stony roads.

Back I look , forward not.

Came me crashing down .

The pain , yet the joy .

If I couldn't have me , no one would .

~