Your warmth is fake, yet you wonder why I'm cold hearted
Dearly beloved, I'm too far gone to be thawed out
I come out on a full moon, I've always blended with the cool air that comes with it; is that why we don't mix?
You've always been summer, and I winter
Maybe that's why you'd think we'd match... no point of a fireplace without the cool breeze...
It's just that your fireplace doesn't hold enough flames to fix what's always been frozen... especially when the flames are artificial
And the heat you give off is a mirage
Yet I stay, in hopes to feel the dying flames
In hopes that my frozen fortress will cave
In hopes to learn to love again...
But the icicles are growing at a rapid pace
Water trickles down my heart and freezes into place
My dearly beloved; I'm too far gone to be saved
My tundra is too cold to see this "sun" you portray yourself to be
So I'll continue to wait for my true desert storm...
About the Creator
F.A.E
Writing-my voice when I don't have one, and my friend in darkness. I hope to bring out the rawness of emotions within, and an understanding that you are not alone. Please, enjoy.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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