"Cold. Winter. There is no snow. There is only lovers letting go of hands. Drifting in the dry-ice sands. Do you have mittens? You’ll need them. Letting go is a hell of a trade-off for both parties. The one, who let-go is wandering the streets alone, trying to make sense of that decision. The one, who still held on, what a sad person. Cold as ice. Refrigerated human being. A cold star in outer space. His tears freeze up on his face. His fingers break off because it followed her back to earth. His arms followed soon and melted near the sun. His body shattered with the asteroids. His heart is cold as inhabitable planets. His heart became a planet. A dead, bleeding one. She looks up in the sky and holds another tonight. My, what a pretty red star. Do you think we can share another kiss? You remind me of someone I miss."
— #648 // you iced my heart with a kiss (via poetryleftbyher)
