my hair is in graceless-knots
as i look back at the old times
with bloodshot eyes, threatening
to cry another rivulet of
lost love.

i honestly don't know
what to do anymore.
i let you run your icy
fingertips down my spine,
i let your eyes scan
over the darkest of
secrets i had sewed
my lips for but, then
all you could ever think
of giving me is a
broken heart.

I'm not embarrassed to
admit that you're still
my three a.m. thought;
i'm scared.
i'm terrified of what's
going to happen to me
since you're so ruthless.
you're cold yet, i wish
the fire in me could
bring you back in.