Sometimes the sickening thought of it just creeps back up and
It leaves me all short.of.breath.
Then your misplaced hand heats me up all wrong like a welcome kiss of death.
So they are all probably right when they say lovers shouldn't be friends.
But I didn't see this coming.
And I wasn't lying when I said you're both my zero and infinity until the very end.
We were different in a world where neither of us quite fit.
To me, you were my home.
But I was just your escape route once you'd exhausted every last bit
Of the corners of your existence.
Well I jumped at you in an instant. And I have never felt anything more normal.
As if somehow in this fragmented reality I found the one thing to make my cold soul slightly warmer.
You were every layer of my being, yeah you stopped me from freezing.
When I was just your second blanket you could throw away quite easy.
But I took the hit like a sharp f**king needle into a necrotic vein
Because jumping into a burning building was a new kind of pain,
Where feeling anything was preferable to numbness.
And all I have to do is look at you to know I'd do it again.
You don't have to tell me, it's a shame we couldn't talk it out that day. But how could I accept your past when you couldn't stomach mine?
Let's be honest though, it's a cold world out here and we all know your shelter is a fire I would burn in anytime.
An interesting read that raises a lot of questions about our relationships with people and a very well written piece. I loved the way you closed this poem:
"Your shelter is one I would burn in anytime" - excellent.
All the very best,