It's about to get cold in here...

So, not really in a place where I can write about it candidly yet. But I can be poetic, so here we go. Again.



Pretending

Again

Moving, moving

In circles

Watching for your next move

Defensive,

tired

of this bob and weave

thought I wouldn't need it here

with you

Wrong again.

Turns out

that's my signature move,

it knows me too well.

And my brain doesn't know

where else to go.

You get an ego boost

and I,

I get lost again.

In the wind, twisting, trying.

And I pull back into that

icy breeze you're feeling.

Because the cold is my protection

for the warmth of my heart

The wall, my only way.

And that barrier around my soul

freezes shut again

with me behind it,

in the heat.