you try to kiss me.
my heart pounds,
but it's not from love.
it is panic.only your sweet kiss
would make me stay
with you longer.that's not fair
to you or me.i feel my courage burn.
i tell you that
"i need space".you freeze
as my heart of ice
smashed you like glass.yes, my love,
it is true.
even you can't melt
this frozen body part.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poeziemy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.