I’m sorry
that the chills live on the bones in your spine
and that they invade the soft skin that rests upon your neck
I am sorry
that the frost finds you at night
and whispers lies in your ear, and i’m sorry you believe them
I am so sorry.
you are not damaged
and you will always matter
but you do not know that
not after they not after i told you differently
......................................................................
and i hate that the snow stays frozen in your pockets
the same snow that has been there for years
you are so cold, so cold
i don’t feel your stares anymore
i don’t think you feel at all
i guess you’ve been this way a while now
i can see your breath when you speak
but you don’t speak very often
not anymore
i think your heart might be stopping
i think it might’ve stopped
encased in a jail made of icicles
that i planted there
i am so sorry
i am so sorry
look at what you’ve become
a hollow body with a crippled heart
and a love so painfully numb.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
I’m sorry
that the chills live on the bones in your spine
and that they invade the soft skin that rests upon your neck
I am sorry
that the frost finds you at night
and whispers lies in your ear, and i’m sorry you believe them
I am so sorry.
you are not damaged
and you will always matter
but you do not know that
not after they not after i told you differently
......................................................................
and i hate that the snow stays frozen in your pockets
the same snow that has been there for years
you are so cold, so cold
i don’t feel your stares anymore
i don’t think you feel at all
i guess you’ve been this way a while now
i can see your breath when you speak
but you don’t speak very often
not anymore
i think your heart might be stopping
i think it might’ve stopped
encased in a jail made of icicles
that i planted there
i am so sorry
i am so sorry
look at what you’ve become
a hollow body with a crippled heart
and a love so painfully numb.
