My Mistakes Were Made For You.

I pulled your weathered, beaten down jacket over my shivering body, hoping to God that the tattered fabric would warm my frozen bones. The frigid October air sent chills penetrating through my skin, but I had nowhere left to run. I slid my knees up closer to my chest, in vain hope that by curling myself into this little ball of nothingness, I would be able to disappear. Of course, I knew better. Or maybe I didn't. Maybe, this was just another messed up alternate reality I created for myself so you would be my white horse again. Except in this version, the only thing I had left was your jacket. I brought the sleeve up and pressed it upon my icy cheek. The vague scent of your skin hit me like a blow, and for a split second, the pain dissipated as the blurred image of you telling me to stay strong misted across my eyes, sending spasms of warmth back in my body. I wish I could have remained the girl you once knew, once loved. The girl who was actually capable of caring for someone in her life. Now I was just... empty. Cold, like the slick layer of ice that had formed in the middle of the park.