i was stunned.
i froze for a little while,
it's like a cold kicked my system,
and my body's unable to move.
how cruel is that?
while i was hoping that you could prolly feel me,
you're already feeling someone else.
how cruel is that— i still wrote a poem for you.
of how i feel, rather.
there's a crystal pierced right through my heart.
a frozen fractals embracing my upper chamber,
i could've say i'm hurt.
but what i feel is beyond that.
it's killing me.
it's twisting my intestines and clasping my organs,
it's crumpling my aorta into smaller and smaller pieces,
the sight of you was an icy blast.
cold and distant,
i never liked winter anyways,
it makes me unlubricated and hard to move,
i thought only my joints would stiff,
it hardens also my heart.
it turns white and became graupel.
this is it.
my remorse of winter.
