It's cold:
It was warm a moment ago, but now, it's cold.
They were here a moment ago,
We were fixing it a moment ago,
We were family moment ago,
There was love a moment ago,
but now it's cold.
Where did it come from?
Who caused it?
Who's at fault?
Me.
I'm always so cold,
always leaching warmth off of others.
I can't make others happy.
I always ruin it.
and now it's cold.
Why can't I be warm?
No one else ever has trouble with it.
Everyone else is warm,
but not me.
I don't want to be cold,
but I can't be warm.
All I can do is yearn for warmth from others.
It's never enough, though,
because it's still cold.
I'm cold.
It's cold.
This was written after I had a fight with a loved one.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings, maybe?
PoetryI have been writing down my feelings after any event that I had been emotionally affected by. They come out as slightly cryptic, half-poems, so I guess I'll post some of them here. Most of them will have dates because I might not post them in order.
