i promise to keep you warm.

i still want to spend
all the beautiful days with you
but i no longer bleed a shade
with your name laced in the hue
i am tired from nights i've lost
to the thought of you

the likeness of our minds
repel and confine
i have so many things to say,
with no where to begin
but i suppose it's okay,
since you'd never care to hear them.

this is not a love letter
this is not a suicide note
all in all, i've gotten better
but upon your name, i still choke.