Your Cocoon

The sun blazes off coats of you're glaze

Of you're frost against the windows.

You are slowly beginning to liquefy

Soon you will be dried up into the pavement.

And I dont know when to expect a return.

And I dont know if it's safe to tell you

How much you're missed.

I will be looking out from indoors,

With the lust that you'll show up at my door.

I want to know why you have gone.

Why you don't return.

When that is all that this heart is asking for....

Burnt Out

The frost kicks in, and kills the heat.
Every ability starts to feel dysfunctional.
Even the ability to breathe.

Everything real starts to feel like a lie, and I wonder if it's me included.

Every feeling starts to feel like nothing.

And nothing is alive anymore.
I say sometimes that I wish I could stop existing.
Stop sleeping.
Stop.

Battling the same situation, the same questions in unending circles
takes the power out of you.

And like a light, I have burnt out.