Freezing over,
that's what
my heart
is used
to,
like natures ice box
because danger always lies ahead
to freeze anyone in its tracks,
that are and would be unsuspecting.
My life is barren,
glistening white under the sun
in harsh unrelenting, unforgiving winds,
only the cold used to understand me as I
lie awake asleep,
or at least as it was within itself.
Take my hand, it's warm enough
because I am used to the sharp pains
that form icy stalagmites and stalactites
and
life is dull,
without a certain someone somewhere
somehow someway it's a slumber in a sub zero
cryostasis of blizzards and winds.
I don't know what blood is,
maybe it's the very antifreeze
my heart decides to take upon
herself to pump through my veins
and
thinking so makes me tired and content
to the touch of winter that I know so well
or
maybe
I'm just lonely with my certain someone being
someplace somehow and elsewhere out of grasp
at least for a moment over miles and miles
of bittersweet frozen tears on the winds,
that embrace me when they're not around.
My skin is cold at least to my touch,
and to think that this is the reasoning behind why
I'd rather be cold and let my heart stay warm,
because there are times to look forward to in this frozen
theoretical metaphorical barren wasteland of mine,
that, I find so pleseant and kind to call my life when specifically she and them
are nowhere in sight, like fog over a lake,
missing one step could mean your end has been met,
because as for me, I can't swim.
As for everyone, stay just a little and warm me,
what used to be the barren wasteland that was a tundra
that was my heart, that where my emotions do lie,
as it would like to melt as is, already it's just begun
to become a strawberry red slush avalanche,
of where my beloved frozen desert for so long used to be,
I have decided to let them in
to warm and freeze simultaneously,
for I am the ice under the desert sun
that chips away at its own loneliness,
that was really never alone.

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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...