#treading through cold

[rotinmycore]

I can still hear them.

[rotinmycore]

roam.

[rotinmycore]

take me away.

[rotinmycore]

there’s nothing to feel.

[rotinmycore]

it’s happening again.

[rotinmycore]

I always say I am cold, but it’s the cold that has no cure. The cold that digs its nails in. The cold that knows no end. It’s the kind of cold that will now stay no matter how warm their skin is, because I’ve known the feeling for too long it feels somewhat like home.

Maybe I will forever run from what I believe love to be // biting my ankles like a rabid dog // kick you away when I’m crying for you to stay // sprawl these words on my skin just for you to see me // why am I tired of something that’s supposed to be in our nature?

[rotinmycore]

they made me leave.

[rotinmycore]

rest along my brittleness.