You were harsh, distant, cold

Unapproachable like a dragon and his gold.

You seemed barely real, barely alive

But it all was just lies

To hide the deep dark pain within

And to prevent you from feeling again.

I was shy, lonely, barely alive

Trapped in a world trying to survive.

I seemed just perfect, just fine

But that seemed to not be mine

To ever fully again live and love

And I wore it like a glove.

You were a blizzard, seeming calm and nice

Before you coated the world and everything in ice.

You appeared to withdraw inside

But it was merely a disguise

To protect your heart from the world

And to refuse your shield to unfurl.

I was a trapped bud, seeming empty and dead

After I locked myself inside of my head.

I appeared small and empty

But truly only the outside was petty

To hide from people in my shell

And to never show and never tell.

You were Winter: harsh distant cold

Always covered with frost and snow.

I was Spring: shy, lonely, barely alive

Desperate plants and animals trying to survive.

Underneath the bitter unyielding frost

Was just a little boy who was lost.

Underneath the struggling spring bloom

Was just a little girl full of gloom.

You are my Winter:

Bitterly cold, harshly beautiful, slightly distant.

I am your Spring:

Overly shy, overwhelming lonely, mostly alive.

We need each other:

To face the day, to find our place, to remain somewhat whole.

Two changing seasons: one bitter, harsh, pain-filled

The other nervous, overwhelmed, paper-thin.