What Lies Within

Internal Warmth

I'm tired of feeling whatever this is.

The switch in my heart flickering on and off.

A confusing combination of self doubt and love.

I'm tired of feeling this hatred for her.

We don't even talk yet she's good enough?

Why I pour out my heart.

Sneak in little glances.

Does this mean nothing to you?

I see her everyday, pretending to like her.

Only to get closer.

To the warmth in my heart.

But now I'm cold.

The warmth is gone.

Because so are you two.

Submerged in artificial love.

I cast a blanket of sadness.

To wrap around my heart.

To keep warm.

I can feel my fingers again.

Just enough to make a fist.