Words

Words that are like a warm fire, on a cold night

Emotions that wrap me up, shelter from the rain and wind

Passion and longing that comforts, like the childhood teddy bear even 20 years later

Desire that strives for more, feels cravings of love and lust and a closeness that just isn’t close enough still.

Words that are like blades of ice, running through the flesh in the heat of the day

Blankness that tears away the protection, breeds vulnerability and pain

Emptiness that rips away the pillow and blankets in the middle of dead sleep.

Nonchalance that pushes further and further away, your loneliness is your creation, your pain your own doing, the bed is made of your fear and fickleness, and I will not lie in it with you any longer…