Unicorns don't exist.
Because sometimes just the idea is enough.

there is a chill in my bones
the kind that cannot be rid of
by empty words of comfort

no amount of blankets
or wood in the fire can
bring warmth back to me

only when my frozen heart
begin to awaken by love
did the chill in me bones
fade like a distant memory

Do you ever think of us?
Or are we a lost cause
That I'm still fighting for?

I never asked for perfect,
I only wanted
equally flawed.

I feel everything
And nothing,


All at once,
And not at all.