What About Me?


What about me?

I wanted to ask 

My lips were sealed shut

And if they dared to open, well, nothing would come out

Nothing but a muffled sob as each tear turned into dry ice

And if you tried to wipe them away

You'd freeze right on sight

Why so cold, you ask?

Oblivion is written all over you

Once before it was your hand I held

The hand I held when I dangled off the edge

The hand that pulled me into your arms 

Only that part was a dream 

That hand plunged into my soul and froze every part of me

Especially my heart 

And you ask why I'm so cold?

Darling it was you

Baby it was you

My was you


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