i'm cold.
my heart is warm, but my body is always in disagreement with it. my heart yearns to burn hotter than the sun, but my body wants to suffer through a harsh winter.
my skin is ice cold as my body attempts to ward off anyone that may get too close to my heart. my heart aches to feel the satisfaction of warming others, but feels discouraged when it can't even warm the body it's encased in.
maybe my heart will learn to stop wanting what it shouldn't. all it knows is how to be stifled. maybe one day it will know what it's like to be surrounded by warmth instead of being the provider of it.
or maybe my body will cave in and melt. it tries so hard to keep everything frozen in place, but things are getting slippery and it's losing control.
maybe my heart and body are meant to remain in this balancing act.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
