Frostbite

I’ve always been too cold for you.
Even in the summer time, I never warmed up.
My skin was too pale,
My touch was too cold.
Too cold.


Remembered how you always made me wear your jacket?
The navy blue one you always have.
The one that’s too big.
Whenever I put it on you laugh at me.
It makes me look so small.


I don’t understand why you’re the cold one now.
Your fingers that used to trace trails of fire over my skin,
Are so stiff that I can’t even hold your hand.
They’re cold as ice,
If not colder.


Your lips are chapped and pale blue.
I lean down to kiss them,
But never quite make it there.
I’m lost in tears.
You’re fading away.


My fingers outline your icy face and brush away the frost.
It doesn’t warm you up.
Little puffs of white trail up from me, accompanied by soft cries,
But nothing comes from you.
Only silence.


I lay down next to you in the snow,
Arms attempting to wrap themselves around you.
I pull you closer to me,
But feel you moving farther away.
I’m losing you.


I’d say my heart is breaking now,
But breaking isn’t the right word.
It feels like my body has snapped into a thousand pieces,
And that I’m suffocating due to lack of air.
I want to scream and have someone come save me,
But the only one that can is you,
And you can’t save me anymore.