20 | queer | esp/eng | 🇲🇽

Sweet is the love one feels for the people they love, yet here I stand loving the unlovable. For they are made of stone and ice, cold to the touch of gentle hands.

Still I burn my hands trying to love them, for I know that I too could of been made out of ice and stone if it weren't for the moon who gave me a soul and a body of dirt and dust. 

I caress their bodies made out of freezing stone and burning ice because I know that on the inside they're crying. They too need love, even if they were born from sorrows.