When I think about it
Being unaware and optimistic
And recieving things freely.
Things like love, support and the freedom to dream.
Was a luxury...
A luxury I wish I did not have to barter for adulthood.

Now that the naivety is gone,
Sometimes cynicism becomes a companion
And anxiety a daily battle.
My bed is my absolute favourite place to visit.
And every part of my body aches.
And I'm just...tired.
And empty.

When you glide your fingers on my skin
Or whenever we touch.
I am overcome with a gamut of emotions.
And I feel so much...

Something like the reason ice cubes melt in the palm of your hand,
Which is maybe the same reason the hinges on my door have started to thaw.

Because of you, I feel so much warmth and so much more.

There are those who believe that no one has ever died of a heartbreak.
Clearly, they haven't met me.
Sadly, they can never meet me.

But, they can visit my grave.

Whether you are under your blankets
Or in the arms of another.

I hope you are warm wherever you are.

If you were to say, "pack your bags and let's go". I would go.
Where to?
It wouldn't matter and I wouldn't know.
Unfortunately, the farthest place you frequent is the liquor store.
And you don't even ask me to go with you.
Not anymore.