I asked someone once, that if I am a cold person
The response was, that I'm cold when I need to be, and warm when I want to be.
I know my heart will take that as a compliment
But, my insecurity wouldn't comprehend this
To then I'll be wondering every time if I'm warm enough for them to enjoy me
Or if I'm cold enough to push the ones I don't like away.
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FRAGILE
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
