I either feel frozen
Frost bitten
Gelid
With lacerating wounds
The blood of which has long been congealed
Even the heat of a thousand suns cannot melt the ice that resides permanently deep within
Or boiling hot
Burning
With searing heat of leaping flames
Spreading tentacles  gliding swiftly
Ready to engulf me
torch my insides
Till I'm nothing but a ball of ash
Dispersed into the invisible wind
There's no in between
How could you hope
To be with me