Winter and Spring

by Saiayoko

A poem I wrote about Lithuanias thoughts on Russia.

Winter and Spring

Your smile, although like a frigid winter, is contagious

And I can't help but smile in return

Your fingers, calloused from the cold, feel soft against my skin

And I long for your touch as I drift off to sleep

I hate you, I think, but still I strive for your praise

Your torture is painful, however these nights I endure

For I'm the only one to embrace these scars

I tremble when you are angry, scared of what is to come

But I don't run like the others; I allow you to do as you please

Shouldn't that say something, at least?

I remain by your side, faithfully obeying your words

Yearning for the day you realize the reason I stay

I hate you, I think, but still I wait for your smile

Regardless of your intent

I wait for the crack of the whip against my already imperfect back

I don't pull away from the dull blade that cuts into my chest

You seem to enjoy my pain, so I try to as well

Each wound, each scar, every single drop of my blood

I see it as a display of your affection

Something I cling to, a false hope, perhaps

But the days you hold me, surrounded by your unnatural warmth

I like to think that false hope… is truth

Your eyes, two pools of violet wrath, sparkle in madness

And yet I still want them to look only at me

Your voice, childishly sweet, whisper threats in my ear

And a shiver of pleasure runs up through my spine

Your rough kisses, warm against my skin, only excite me more

And I find myself craving you once again

But as I open my eyes, I find myself alone

No longer in your bed, but my own

You're no longer here, are you?

Where you've gone, I've no idea…

Whoever you're with, it's not with me

But I'll forever wait for you to return

And when you do, I'll greet you with a smile

The same one I gave you when you were still here

For when you come back, I'll try once again

To drive back the never-ending winter,

And introduce spring into your heart