Mind Heart Soul

Warmth

i fall in love with everyone that i meet
don't really know why
i'm not one to seep
into their ripened souls
i smile because
it's funny they're cold
how could i have thought
that their warmth would spread
like leaves in the fall
how could i have thought
that they were not dead
that they had any warmth at all
i'm so stupid
so stupid
i want to believe
so i make up the warmth
in my fantasies
it's how i want the souls to be
not how they actually are
some people's souls are very far
from their physical presence
they don't live with any essence
i still love them so much
ice cold with a touch
i can't get too close
or they'll melt into a puddle
i look at my toes
and my brain becomes all muddled
my skin is made of fire
my veins made of flames
i've been searching for the warmth
but everyone is the same
how could i have been so dumb
i can shoot rays from the tip of my thumb
i plunge my hand deep in my knee
and yank out my soul
the warmth was in me