One day, you will feel me
in ways you have never felt me before
The way you once touched my skin, never again
to the way you called me yours
you will feel me in the pit of my soul
Some day, you will understand all of me
in a brand new way that you never knew before
those sweet nothings you whispered,
they will turn to rocks
that I will make you run on in the burning heat
once you finally understand what it means to raise hell
and I cannot wait until the hour
that I can glare at you, and you at me
with such frigidness in my eyes
That it will force you to question
why such a fiery wrath,
can burn in a heart so cold.
-Chloe Aldecoa