my skin is cold.
But the tile underneath me
is cold in the way that
asks ice to burn,
and hope it's still solid.
my skin is cold.
but the heat of the blood
seeping underneath me
begs for a security ill never have.
my skin is cold.
but the way her hands
asked mine for warmth
made my hands shake more than the cold did.
my skin is cold
and loving her warmth
feels like a crime
i keep almost confessing too.
because my hands are cold
they will forever be cold.
and if im meant to be cold
then please take away my desire
to feel warmth.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
my skin is cold.
But the tile underneath me
is cold in the way that
asks ice to burn,
and hope it's still solid.
my skin is cold.
but the heat of the blood
seeping underneath me
begs for a security ill never have.
my skin is cold.
but the way her hands
asked mine for warmth
made my hands shake more than the cold did.
my skin is cold
and loving her warmth
feels like a crime
i keep almost confessing too.
because my hands are cold
they will forever be cold.
and if im meant to be cold
then please take away my desire
to feel warmth.
