Cold

sometimes i think about

you thinking about her

just to make myself cry

and i play the song

i thought was mine

or ours

and the wind slaps me

it's so unbelievably cold

the air pricking me

the hair standing

one by one

but none of it can stop me

the terrace is just a larger room

and the sky a smaller ceiling

you sit by the window

holding her hand

i shiver

my fingertips go numb

my feet plead

legs are icicles

the song screams

the sweet man serenading

is slowly poisoning me from inside

a begging body

but god youre sitting with her

late at night

under dim lights

you dont even kiss

thats the worst part

you dont need to

and i feel my head somewhere else

in the hands of a polar bear

in his unforgiving teeth

bleeding into an animal guy

serenading man goes silent

you sleep off in her arms

i make myself cry again

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-samjam

i wrote this so so so long ago, i stumbled upon the notes i totally forgot about. i like this poem. so you can read it too <3 toodles