Nothing horrible has happened to me
Nothing dramatic or terrible
Just heartbreak and heartache
The residual stabs of love leftover in my heart – the best worst pain I know
I’m stranded in an interminable frigid winter
No naked flame to warm my frozen hands
No asylum from the slicing pangs of breath taking wind
Finally the cold becomes unbearably welcome
And I succumb to the miserable icy sting
I used to hate the cold
It was bitter and lonely
It cut deep into my being
But now I embrace the cold
Because it is the only thing I feel
Each expelled breath is a minute nebula of hyperborean vapor
A release of masked sorrow
My heart is like the cold
Innocent and clean in appearance
Like a fresh coat of snow painting the earth in ethereal powder
But beautiful appearances are the most deceptive
Just as a winter storm produces the darkest nights
And barren forests stripped of their once fructiferous leaves
So is the weary state of this freezing heart
But there is strange beauty in this cold
A nostalgic kind of loneliness that is worth embracing
The cold grades the jagged curvature of my life
It settles deep into my white bones
It inspires thought
It makes me appreciate what is mine
It makes me appreciate the warmth
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Nothing horrible has happened to me
Nothing dramatic or terrible
Just heartbreak and heartache
The residual stabs of love leftover in my heart – the best worst pain I know
I’m stranded in an interminable frigid winter
No naked flame to warm my frozen hands
No asylum from the slicing pangs of breath taking wind
Finally the cold becomes unbearably welcome
And I succumb to the miserable icy sting
I used to hate the cold
It was bitter and lonely
It cut deep into my being
But now I embrace the cold
Because it is the only thing I feel
Each expelled breath is a minute nebula of hyperborean vapor
A release of masked sorrow
My heart is like the cold
Innocent and clean in appearance
Like a fresh coat of snow painting the earth in ethereal powder
But beautiful appearances are the most deceptive
Just as a winter storm produces the darkest nights
And barren forests stripped of their once fructiferous leaves
So is the weary state of this freezing heart
But there is strange beauty in this cold
A nostalgic kind of loneliness that is worth embracing
The cold grades the jagged curvature of my life
It settles deep into my white bones
It inspires thought
It makes me appreciate what is mine
It makes me appreciate the warmth
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