the scarcities of affection
a plague of the human senses
when even the slightest touch
sends my nerves into a frenzy
what i need vs. what i receive
two sides of a spectrum
i never want to be polar opposites
but it's cold inside
my heart feels frigid
like if you removed it from my chest
it would emit an aura like dry ice
the problem is the handlers of said heart
seem like it's not a priority
to handle something so delicate
so volatile
as they have..
as they do...
as i've allowed them to
after so long, when the sun is at its highest
the heat reminds you of something you forgot
a saying about when you can't take the heat
remove yourself from the kitchen
sometimes, the sun will be the best metaphor
to remind you, specifically, in this case
that sometimes the heat in the kitchen
is the most bearable kind you may be able to handle
when you're not used to anything hotter
- DD3
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