Fold.

Fold.
Fold.
Leave me out in the snow.
Let the cold seep into my bones.

Let me feel it.
Allow me to feel the hot sting and redness,
the borderline wringing of hands at the reckless
way in which we move, in which we dance and sway
The way in which I dare to prove that chance won’t have its say
this time
This time my hands may be tied but it’s not for a lack of me saying I tried.

Fold.
Fold.
Let it be just me who knows.
Let the world slip away amidst the throes.
Let me hear it.
Allow me to hear the quiet and stillness,
the asinine steps into lands void of lexis.

Unrequited. Unrequired.
Unspoken. Undesired.

Fold.

Benighted. Unadorned.
Awoken. Suspired.

Fold.

And breathe.

I know I’m more than I feel that I am.
I know that I’m more than I feel but god. fucking. damn.
it’s hard to be and keep warm when I’ve been left in the snow wearing
only what I last walked out your door in.