The Weatherman Lies: a Poem

I wanted to intertwine the concepts of nature and relationships. This poem was meant to compare the concept of a light snowfall turning into a vicious blizzard to the aspects of a good relationship turning toxic. 

I woke up,

And to my surprise, it was snowing,

And at first I didn’t feel like going outside,

But I went out to get the mail,

And for some reason, my world looked brighter.

The sky looked lighter,

And I have you to thank for that.

Sometimes,

I don’t realize whether its dreams or TV,

You or me,

Who loves whom more?

Sometimes,

I don't realize whether its dreams or TV,

Whether i want to be loved by you,

Or whether I'd prefer to be loved by me.

Sometimes I don't realize

Whether its dreams or TV.

Was that my imagination?

Or something you said last night?

Sometimes I don't realize whether its dreams, or TV, or me,

And sometimes,

sometimes...

I feel like, 

I'm just,

going crazy?

Because I swear you said what you said,

Painted a picture in my head.

But I see you today,

And I think maybe my colors were too bright that day.

Because now, all of a sudden,

you’re water?

And you wash it out.

Yet every time I’m alone at night,

Which happens to me more often than before,

I pick up my paintbrush.

I will never ever forget where I left off.

And the picture?

it turns out more bright

More vivid

More scary than before.

I wonder when this snowstorm is going to end.

Walking is becoming more difficult.

I didn’t even realize how many layers I have on now.

And I think back to when I first came outside,

Wearing a sweater and a T-shirt,

Yet my heart had never felt warmer.

Now I look at my hands and they’re starting to turn black.

I turn right, and all of a sudden,

The wind starts to attack.

The highways are closed,

You can’t get around.

And even when I stay inside,

I don’t know why,

But I avoid all human contact.

When did safety turn into uncertainty?

When did fun turn into fear?

I can’t figure out the answers to those questions now,

So this is all I need you to hear.

I don’t want to dismiss you,

Because I still see myself in you.

But I’m too much like you

To be brought down by you.

And you don’t know how sorry I am,

but I won't be able to see you in all of the future that's near.

It might not even be until the end of next year.

I have to get to a nearby house,

A nearby city,

Any burning town,

I need to find my fire again.

Or else

I'll freeze to death.

And the reason why I’m unable to tell you this is because

I’m afraid I already have.

I used to know the forecast every night,

But it looks like The Weatherman Lies.