Chilled to the Core

I can’t warm up,
I’m chilled to the core.
And I know my condition.
I want more.

Of you

I’m cold to the bone.
Sitting here alone.
Shivering and quivering,
Looking at the phone.
Waiting for it to ring,
Or looking at text.
I know my illness.
I know my hex.

Its my heart breaking.
I’ve been here before.
It’s my eyes waking,
Seeing the door.

You left me hanging,
In midair.
You left without closure,
And it’s not fair.
Every act of silence,
Or sentences unheard.
Leaves me shaking,
With the ghosts,
Of your unspoken words.

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About VeraValentine

I am a writer who writes and chases the one thing that always seems to evade me; true love. For more insight into my mind and thoughts, please visit me on Facebook or Tumblr. https://www.facebook.com/Veravalentinethepoet http://poetveravalentine.tumblr.com View all posts by VeraValentine

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