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The look in your eyes haunts me 

I see the discontent though my own eyes tainting everything

I can taste the blood in my mouth from the fury of the words spoken.

But I also feel an insane longing just to see you again

Smiling. Happy. Or at least exuding some hopefully cheersome quiet strength 

But coldness moved in like the bitch that she is 

Taking  up residency in that perfunctory way. 

She don't melt like I do.

I'm a puddle of warmth around your feet

That you  keep trying to avoid so that you don't get uncomfortable

While I guess I live there 

Uncomfortable. 

Never been much good at anything else 

I guess I thrive on not really belonging anywhere

 I couldnt stop even for you

Now walls of ice defend you 

And  I think of you often 

Behind those cold doors 

And wonder if somewhere deep down

your heart beats as warmly as it did 

That one time we were everything to each other.