I felt a strange thing in my chest, like I couldn’t catch my breath. Mom told me it was love but I think it was unrest.
Don’t sleep.
Don’t dream.
Don’t wake up next to no one.
Don’t need no one.
I take comfort in no one.
Discomfort is a feeling I know to well and without it I wouldn’t know what to be afraid of.
You get comfortable and you get weak.
You become weary with love and warmth and its the cold and hate that strips you down to your rawest form. Your most human form.
Don’t wake up next to no one.
Don’t warm up.
Walk out into the snow and hate yourself and hate who you’ve become and hate what has made you this way.
And when the light and the warmth and the love beckons you, close your eyes and cover your heart.
Leave it alone.
Cut all ties, you’re stronger without them.