Cold



I have a cold heart.
A least that is what I feel like. How can someone feel the way I want them to about me and I want to run away like I am on fire. I said I know what I want. Even in the palm of my hand, I am sweaty and trembling. I drop the exact thing that I live for and watch it break into a million pieces, emotionless, unable to help put it back together.

I have a cold heart.
Someone saw through the frigid frost bitten damage and saw me for me and I ignored it, and still do. I don't know what to do with this attention. I don't think I deserve this attention. A woman much greater, less damaged more willing, more caring, and warm deserves this.

WARNING
I have a cold heart.
Do not disturb. I will hurt you. I am not what you need. I don't know what to do with you.
WARNING

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