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My body feels So cold— Like firewood, Too far from the flames Which are burning Out. The salt of My tears sting my Eyes, and bile Rises from my Throat. I miss the way You used to Hold me. Deliciously warm, Delightfully soft, Secure in your embrace. It's been months. My efforts mean Nothing. I can't picture your Eyes at night Anymore. They used to watch over Me as I fell into Sleep. Now, it feels like they're Closed. Shut. Locked away. I told you I ache for you, Do you feel anything at all? Am I still beautiful? Do you miss me the way I miss you? I remain by the dying embers of our love, Waiting, For you to stoke the flames.
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 6:13 AM UTC
Burning Tears by a Dying Fire
My body feels So cold— Like firewood, Too far from the flames Which are burning Out. The salt of My tears sting my Eyes, and bile Rises from my Throat. I miss the way You used to Hold me. Deliciously warm, Delightfully soft, Secure in your embrace. It's been months. My efforts mean Nothing. I can't picture your Eyes at night Anymore. They used to watch over Me as I fell into Sleep. Now, it feels like they're Closed. Shut. Locked away. I told you I ache for you, Do you feel anything at all? Am I still beautiful? Do you miss me the way I miss you? I remain by the dying embers of our love, Waiting, For you to stoke the flames.
I can't wait until spring.
#love#intimacy#yearning#rant
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21/Genderqueer/Clarksville, TN
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 6:13 AM UTC
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