tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

warm-blooded-eighty seven

I am warm-blooded.
I die everytime the temperature changes.
I die everytime a change happens.
I cannot adapt.
I am not flexible.
but why is it that when it comes to you,
even though you're in the most coldest place in the earth,
I will not hesitate to come over and hug you;
and feel you,
as I melt into your arms.
even though I'm shivering and my body turns into icicles, I will not leave
I will stay.
and I will try.
even though my body turns into a living ice,
I will still love you.
even though I turn stone cold,
there's always gonna be a fuzzy part inside of me that warms up my body every time you get close to me
and that part is just for you
and only you
and even though my brain melts into pieces,
my heart still works.
and it will keep beating
unless it stops and skips a beat everytime you plant your lips
onto mine,
and divine-
I will still love you.