I remember holding your cold fingers.
The feeling of your cold flesh
Touching mine
Left my body soulless
I was still holding on
Being without a soul didn't matter
As long as I was holding you
I now long for that feeling
of your cold skin grazing mine.
In that moment
I was closer
Now i’m hours
Days
Months
Away from you
My core is rotten
I’m overflowing with anxiety and fear
In that rotten core of mine
There is a thick and toxic dosage of dred
Anger
Insecurity
Let me join you
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
I remember holding your cold fingers.
The feeling of your cold flesh
Touching mine
Left my body soulless
I was still holding on
Being without a soul didn't matter
As long as I was holding you
I now long for that feeling
of your cold skin grazing mine.
In that moment
I was closer
Now i’m hours
Days
Months
Away from you
My core is rotten
I’m overflowing with anxiety and fear
In that rotten core of mine
There is a thick and toxic dosage of dred
Anger
Insecurity
Let me join you
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