Freezing wind blows hard against my skin,
causing it to shiver and crack.
I cannot feel my extremities--
that doesn't matter--
I've always loved the cold,
perhaps because inside I am mostly numb.
Each breath burns my throat and lungs
and with each gust of wind, my skin freezes all the more .
Fluffy white flakes sit on my lashes,
my long raven curls dance wildly in the wind,
my lips tingle and crack.
My body cries out in pain--
how it longs to sit by a fire, wrapped in his arms.
But no, I must punish myself--
punish myself and stay out in this winter cold.
How much better it will be--
yes, how fitting--
for me to freeze in winter's bitter embrace,
to stay until I no longer breathe.
Tragically romantic, I do think, to find one's lover in the snow,
their skin pale and lips so blue.
But do not worry, dear one, I will not leave you alone--
no, I refuse to die at my own hand.
Instead I will trek on,
always forward toward your embrace.
Though my lips are cracked and blue,
I will always move onward--
onward toward you.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
