i hate how your eyes

still linger in my mind
and how my clothes
still smell of your hair
and how the pictures
still have you in them
and how i sleep with
this teddy you got me

i hate all these things
so deeply but more so
the feelings of footsteps
are tattered on my heart
and this coldness sweeps
softly through me, at 4 am
when your arms slid through
the gates of everything i knew
to be so safe

cole 1/11/14