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It's cold tonight, And I should be too. It's cold tonight, And ***** this and ***** you. It's cold tonight, And why should I care? It's cold tonight And I'm shivering And I'm shaking And I just can't breathe god **** it. It's cold tonight And I just want to be alone and freeze, Because the only person I want to be warm around Is four hundred god **** miles away. And when your words distance themselves From your heart It hurts to not be reassured When all you wanna hear is that they'll stay, That it's gonna be a-o-fuckin'-kay. But you don't even know. It's cold tonight, And so am I. It's cold tonight, And cut me open, I won't bleed, I swear, I'll shatter. It's cold tonight, And I'm angry for no reason, Throwing a god **** tantrum, Because my heart hurts and You're distant. And I know I'm immature I know I have no reason to be upset, But I am and I can't pinpoint why and **** it. Whatever, Forget it. I can't even make sense To myself. It's cold tonight, And so am I.
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
It's Cold Tonight
It's cold tonight, And I should be too. It's cold tonight, And ***** this and ***** you. It's cold tonight, And why should I care? It's cold tonight And I'm shivering And I'm shaking And I just can't breathe god **** it. It's cold tonight And I just want to be alone and freeze, Because the only person I want to be warm around Is four hundred god **** miles away. And when your words distance themselves From your heart It hurts to not be reassured When all you wanna hear is that they'll stay, That it's gonna be a-o-fuckin'-kay. But you don't even know. It's cold tonight, And so am I. It's cold tonight, And cut me open, I won't bleed, I swear, I'll shatter. It's cold tonight, And I'm angry for no reason, Throwing a god **** tantrum, Because my heart hurts and You're distant. And I know I'm immature I know I have no reason to be upset, But I am and I can't pinpoint why and **** it. Whatever, Forget it. I can't even make sense To myself. It's cold tonight, And so am I.
I hate that I can't read people without seeing them in person and I can't pick up on cues and I can't do anything like a normal god **** person. I can't tell moods, I can't figure anything out unless you tell me and if you don't tell me I'll just assume I did something wrong.
LittleBirdWitch
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
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