Cold BurnI wish that I could forget it all-
Every held breath.
Every dream I ever wasted with you.
I wish I didn't feel dead.
I wish that I didn't have to hide my blank stare
with a smile.
I wish that I didn't have to spend evey waking moment fighting tears
and every unconcious one looking at you with reverence.
I am walking in circles.
I am covering my tracks in the snow as I go.
I don't know where I am now,
and I wish that you were here to guide me back
to the sunny road I'm blind to.
Just for a moment, I wish, let me be numb.
Isn't this pain supposed to numb me?
Aren't I supposed to feel nothing and live in a world of grey?
All the stories say time stops.
No, the books are wrong.
You don't feel numb.
You feel useless, like a paralyzed limb.
The world is bright, blinding.
Time has left me behind in her infinate march onwards.
I'm the frozen one.
Or maybe I'm burning.
Sometimes, I wish that you feel the same way-
that you, too, are frozen.
But then I recend that wish.