temperature (3/10/20)

your golden-brown skin is warm and inviting.


on the outside i stay cool and collected --


freezing my feelings so i'll never crack.


but on the inside,


you melt my heart down to its very core.


i wish i knew how to tell you.


but i know you'll see soon,


because this burning heat inside of me


is quickly melting my icy exoskeleton


and there's nothing i can do to stop it.

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