if you said you were cold I would light a match and set ablaze the pile of sticks that always seems to be laying at my feet

would hope that my tired burning bones would be enough to keep you warm 

but there's a slight problem 

and it's never been you it's been how you looked at me that one time 

the way you took my hand those two times 

and the way you teased me those countless times 

it's the way I just had to look back that one time

the way I held your hand those two times

the way I smiled at your teasing those countless times 

and now everything I do seems more problem than solution 

more effect than cause

because

if you said you were warm I would put out the fire

become an ocean, phase into ice 

I'd howl at the moon with you in the darkness of night 

that sunless expanse of glowing eyes just around the corner 

if you said you were sick of summer days I would become a blizzard

if you were done with winter I would drag the reluctant sun into the sky 

if you were bored I would show you lightning and clasp a necklace of thunder around your neck to match 

if you just wanted rest I would swathe you in the nighttime 

they say if you love someone they hang the moon 

and I guess this is the part where I say I'd do it twice but

this is hard

and the crescent bend of the orb in the night sky just reminds me of your smile 

and even writing this poem is painful 

because we're young 

too young they say to know 

and sometimes you start to believe what they say

once 

twice

then countless times