i'm standing outside shivering against the harsh breaths of winter and i know it's summery warm inside your heart. under the folds of raw flesh and true love, you're sleeping soundly. that chaste glow most likely on your skin that i envy so much as you dream of tomorrow with yellow notes filling your head.
but i know also that it is my fault i stand on your porch. centimetres away from knocking at your door. if my own heart wasn't so uselessly vitreous, and i wasn't afraid it would shatter by your footsteps approaching, i would already be inside with you.
happiness, i have missed you more and more. and i know that it is a monster that keeps us apart, but you still look the same. as if my harsh words did not reign over your life but made me regret mine, with every breath i take.
the snow falls softly around me, building up until it makes the soles of my feet numb against the icy sting. and as the sun drops lower and lower to warm the rest of the world, i know that it will be a while till i can peek through your window again.
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nostrum
Poetry‣ nostrum noun { a medicine prepared by an unqualified person, especially one that is not considered effective } - = ≡ ___________ [ previously published as " pills and alcohol " ] ◂
