Seasonal

Preface: I can't be the only English major that hasn't tried writing poetry, so this is my go. However don't let that stop you, tear it apart if necessary!  
   

My breath
Fights the wind
Knives on my skin
Leaves fall gracefully
I do not
 

A cold shoulder
I do not
Need
To feel numb
 

Now ice in my veins
I never change with the seasons
In vain
I push on
 

With a shove
We fall
Was I asleep
Spring forward
I lose everything  

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