if it is not
my thoughts
that float through my brain-
it is the isolation
that drives me insane

my cold blood hits my own skin
while my own patience is
so delicately,
waring fragilely thin

when i feel
i feel only one thing-
and that is
my heartbeat, beating

when you kissed
my cold, nimble toes
did you realize
you were only
warming my soul

I like the cold
That rushes through my body,
In the winter when I wake
It runs straight to my heart

There is a boat that once,
drifted into a sea
which only made waves
when a storm came through-
But the boat would not sink,
it would only drown slowly.
Then the boat would make its way
above the water and drift again
never unprepared
for another storm to pass through.

Little did you know,
that boat is me,
and the storm,
you.