This place has no heat
and cold drafts seep in
but it's okay
because this frostbite
is becoming warm
since we last touched
It's okay we're separate entities
independently figuring ourselves
spiraling to our ends
frostbitten limbs
too brittle to catch the other
since we last touched
the last heat source
only dreams of you burn me.
-cold heat
YOU ARE READING
Darker Side of Love
PoetryPart two of my second poetry book in the "You" trilogy, from "Love You" comes "Darker Side of Love". Because my poetry books are of a lengthy matter, I've wanted to make a divider since the beginning of writing them but the opportunity never came a...
