Heat

every single thing ive written has ended in
save draft
delete erase pull the paper from the notebook
close my eyes and forget the words
did note even flow through my veins
i cant understand why other loves are fire
and you are ice
i cant understand why im moving in slow motion
while i breathe like ive been running for ages

i cant slow down for you
for you
i see Dante’s flames and i feel nothing
with you
i see Milton’s paradise
and i put a small smile on my face as if
paradise means something more than eternal damnation
when right now
it all feels the same
the same

treadmill running
and cyclical rain showers
day and night on a horizon
where one feels exactly like the other
i determine the temperature on my skin is perfect
like Plath’s bathtub water
but i still crave your coldness
like it is the hottest summer day

maybe
i need your cool and you need my heat maybe
i dont need anything at all
but a more temperate place
to breathe

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3 thoughts on “Heat

  1. “every single thing ive written has ended in
    save draft
    delete erase pull the paper from the notebook
    close my eyes and forget the words
    did note even flow through my veins”

    Love those first few lines, so good!

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