*tw: loneliness and graphic depictions of being cold, i suppose*
it has yet to snow and still
i feel as though i have lived through
a thousand blizzards already.
i feel the ice solidifying in my mind,
my tears becoming frost
that chills my cheeks.
i wonder if you've thawed yet, or
if this cold winter storm has turned you
to ice, and i wonder if they've broken through
and all that's left of you are pieces —
fractures and icicles and a thin
sheet of ice, so fragile, so weak.
i wonder if you mind being snowed in —
being trapped, being tended to.
you've created a blizzard in my mind
and i feel so cold all of the time.
i'm bundled up from head to toe
but all it does is bring temporary warmth
before i freeze over again.
i'm so cold without you,
and i know that if you were truly gone,
i'd be nothing but a block of ice.
maybe we can thaw each other out
the next time we meet
or maybe we can fossilize together.
at this point, i'd do anything for you.
anything to make you feel less alone.
anything to make me feel less alone while
the wind blows violently,
and i'm lonely and cold in your absence,
and the unanswered questions i have
tumble about in the air like snowflakes.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
