blisters - 09/07/2025

we're starved and we're desperate and there's no coal left in the seat. warmth isn't what i need and it's the cold that brings me presence in a drought. from here on out i'll lay low, i swore to myself i wouldn't call unless you called first, and in that circumstance i would have no choice but to answer and to flirt. it's all i know and it's all you want, anyways. there's no warmth in my words, just the cold and it bites, but we like the frost the way it is. it doesn't burn but it stings. the seasons change and the winter will leave and from here on out i swear that i won't bite. the warmth doesn't move out of my face and i can't hide. i'd rather blisters than sunburns. candles keep you company while wax leaves you mid-soar. i got used to triple layering, but i never got used to the shaky breath. and i'd love to see snow someday. if and ever.