A Letter to Winter

I begged for you all summer;
desperate,
caught up in the heat.

And you knew, didn't you
that I would've given up
anything -
everything -
for a moment of your time.

Now you use it against me,
holding me prisoner,
all the while reminding me
that, "This is what I wanted."

I don't love want you anymore!
Or, I don't know, but when
next summer comes, I'm sure to
be on my knees again
at your mercy,