The Chill
And I hate that you're still part of it because when that cold creeps back to my heart I feel alone even in a room of 35 My blinks get faster and looking up only helps until the splash hits my pillow And the mascara stains that won't come out of my sheets I don't want to play hide and seek as huddled mass beneath sheets or comforters They really don't comfort me and I feel like grey and biting breeze And shaking from nothing but memory and fears.... Don’t give me love like him The fear has sunk deeper than oceans go and it's still there But why should I be like shards of glass when I just want to be a diamond for you And you cut back the words you wish to say to spare my chill My throat blocks out any emotion I should be feeling and the stone wall greets me once again I don't greet it back even that seems hard to do these days But sometimes I actually look happy when I practice my smile in the mirror And if I blur ...