It's Cold Here
it's cold here
in this spot
when you stand up
and throw a towel in my face
and disappear into the realm of those tiled walls
washing off what's left of me
dripping down your leg
smirking to yourself
while I hold my stomach
praying to you
that I don't throw up in my mouth
it's cold here
with dampened sheets
and tangled hair
and the smell of primal fucking
in the air
unshaven legs
stained pillows
and soul
it's cold here
hearing you sing in the shower
humming a tune while being scalded
I, laying emotionless in a motionless room
a taste in my mouth
that could burn acid
it's cold here
in the wet spot of Reality
in the warmth
of your arms
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