Bleed, my soul.

twenty five

It was 59 degrees the other day in my home. I am lying my bed, I had little to no warmth at all. I trying to recreate the same frigid feeling I had when you left, but it holds no chance against that day. because my arms went stiff, and I couldn't move. It was below freezing. my heart hardened. my lungs iced over. and my skin was numbed immediately.
I was frozen in time, and I didn't thaw till months later.

that is when i could truly feel the pain you gave me, it was scorching, I was bathed in fire, and I did not fight it, I let your flames devour me whole without a single word. I let you burn me to the ground till I was nothing, I was no longer existent to you. It was so surreal that I wouldn't be surprised if you thought I was a figment of your imagination, an accident, a nightmare.

but no, I was very much alive till I met you, then there was a cautasrophic climate change.