cold replies.
freezing.
i dug on your heart,
i found Antarctica --
there was a wide continent,
blocks of ice, frozen love
and numb organ
trying to beat
like a survivor
who fought a season
of avalanche.
you were freezing.
the cold warmth from your skin
made me feel the chill
and I walked across
the cool giant landmass
of stressed hails
and so I could say,
dear, stop pretending
that your kisses are ardent
but please, break yourself.
break till snow
stop falling on your eyes.
the quivering dystopia
that we once shared
was a dead negative centigrade
and who would love
to stay and home?
it is a frigid feeling.
almost unknown.
it never made you cool.
your cold replies,
it shivered me into pain
like bathing in solid rain.
the more you kept yourself
inside the longtime winter,
bruises were blooming
and when harvested,
the fridge knew nothing
but to remain cold.
and you were colder.
like Antarctica --
left unfamiliar.
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WANDERLUST: Elegy for Hazel
PoetryHIGHEST RANKING: #1 in poemcompilation (06-02-2020) #3 in geography (06-07-2020) #5 in elegy (06-01-2020) #8 in places (06-04-2020) #22 in wanderlust (06-01-2020) I don't know who Hazel really is. I don't know where she's now or whatever she does. P...
