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Cold heart,

whispers a stupid man on wednesday nights.

Shut up, what do you know about life, I think.

You have threesomes and believe love is temporary.

I don't know if he sees

on the same level as me

the color

white on the

fields of autumn

footprints in the

dirt.

I hurt.

I hurt so much sometimes that

I don't know why

I stay.

With diamonds in my eyes,

quickly beating a hasty retreat

from your loft bed to my

bedroom window.

I go.

I go to sleep with pain

in my heart that sends silvers waves

to him hoping he will still feel them.

He doesn't.

And I try to desperately convince myself I still love.

You, my oldest friend, my ancestors, myself.

Because if I did not believe this lie,

I would die,

more than I already have.

Do not tell me in haughty voices that I have a cold heart.

You have not been in love.

I judge you but my lover you do not see the levels I'm made of.

You don't even know how to spell "rimimbered".

Please don't make me laugh or pity you.

Please don't tell me love between men and women is temporary.

I see

lost souls roaming in

the electrical wires lying

straight roads by my home.

Please don't.

Keep your mouth closed.

Just kiss me and make me forget how young you are.