Actually Praying For a Heat Wave
when you left, my heart became cold
there are parasites waiting for a chance to enter
there are conditions developing blueprints to redirect my life's motion
i guess i chomp down hard on the ice cubes because i think of them as therapy made of glass
the blood tickling my gums acts as a self made scarlet letter of some sort
as you can see, i am a period at the beginning of a simple sentence that makes no sense
when i picture even a hint of you in memory, i just become all tense
there are gentle footprints on my heart that whisper goodbye with each beat
i think i will just take the remainder of my being in the foggy basement and quietly concede defeat
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