you’re so cold

you sit
hand stretching
skin
irritated by a razor

a stranger
in blue
polka dots

do you feel my eyes
clawing at your back
my heart
crawling toward you
bleeding for you
on the
already red carpet?

how can I act
as cool as you?
where should I put
my feelings
so they won’t be seen?

you give me goosebumps
with your cold demeanor
my fingers and toes
blue when you
decide to come near

i need some heat
or i’ll shrivel up
and die like
the flowers in
the autumn.

 

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