it's cold and nobody
cares.

the ice has grown through my skin
into my stomach,
its sharp knives chopping
and slicing what love i had left.

i'm cold and nobody
cares.

if my skin turns to stone
under the weight of all my sins,
so be it.
it is better than melting into the palms
of someone i don't need.

it's cold and nobody
cares.

i wear a heavy coat to heat up
my insecurities,
a hat to hide beneath
the stitching of the fabric.

i'm cold and nobody
cares.

i read your poems and wonder
who exactly you're talking about
when you say
"i love you."
could it be me?
yeah,
right.

it's cold and nobody
cares.

except for
me.