your veins
are brimming with ice
but mine carry
boiling bloodthe frostbite of you
douses my fire
and soothes my burnsyou're dancing with the devil (me)
and I'm spinning in a snowstorm (you)—paradox of me and you
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...