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Feb 2016
I'm hurting and it's cold outside.
Is it just me,
or is this frost bite developing faster than it should?
Or are your hands just cold enough to induce it?
I'm becoming numb.
I would put my hands by your heart for warmth
but what's the use?
My hands would turn stone cold in a matter of seconds.

Please, stop looking at me with those beating eyes
they're mocking me and making me shiver.
Do you hear that? Are my teeth chattering?
I can't tell with you trying to kiss me.
You breathing down my neck is giving me goose bumps,
as your voice leaves frost bite down my spine.

With every shiver
every shake
I'm afraid my bones may break.
Every time you touch me, it's so cold it hurts.
but you are my guilty pleasure.

As cold as you are,
I would still touch you, naked.
I would risk hypothermia if it meant I could kiss you
before I froze.
I would spend all night long,
lying in the snow to feel closer to you.
I would take on a blizzard
if it meant being able to hear your voice
one last time.
Cayce McQuillan
Written by
Cayce McQuillan  20/F/Chicago
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