Lil-Angel78

My blood, it runs cold in my veins.
like you do. i shouldn’t care, no.
because you’re ice, and you’re still.

this is how it is, you laid it out for me,
but the shovel in me is digging…
digging for something further than concrete words.

never found anything, no gold.
just brick. cold, hard, brick.
and you stand there.
you’re smirking, you’re happy, that i’m exhausted.

i’m squinting. i don’t want to see that smile.
must be something behind it,
but no.
just cold blood running through our veins.

the difference
is that my cold blood was once warm
and yours
is still.

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