"I'm Cold"

If you’re cold then let me warm you up. I have the capability, but do you have the ability to accept? She said all these times where I was welcome to, but I questioned what I was really welcome to. I mean an invitation could be extended to a certain extent where the meaning is masked by a secret desire to remain alone. But why would you throw yourself into the water when you would turn your nose up to the rescuer, which resulted in you drowning. Death? The death is questionable because I really do not know your intentions as always. Nothing is new, nothing is ever new. I was your rescuer at a time, but this is December first and I have morphed into a shark, becoming the one to pull at your feet as you stay afloat on the water, only to eventually pull you under. Yes, death. If you were a feeling incrusted into my skin, or God-forbid, my mind - then I would commit suicide from the constant appearance of this new feeling. I can touch cold, I can touch warm, I can touch you. My skin will forever remain petrified by that touch, nagging at my mind, the same one you are embedded on, always reminding me of your texture and each curve each intricate curve in your fingerprints. If I wanted to stroke your hand once more, I couldn’t, just because you never missed my touch in the first place. If at first hate, got in the way, yeah I read you that poem. As usual you didn’t care, but my heart speaks out in ways in which you wouldn’t understand even if you did care. Remember when you sang twinkle twinkle little star, I laughed and created my own version. Your name alone makes me think about my life. You didn’t miss me til’ I brought it up. I am going to bomb Tokyo, and Paris, and while I am at it…London too. In fact, let me take New York, Australia, Rome, and Florida with me too. That way we could never go. The butterfly’s wings were not permanent either, I was wrong again. I was wrong again? Whenever we spoke and had a disagreement I was always right, but I was wrong for talking to you in the first place. So does that erase my rights and make me completely wrong? “Houston, we have a problem,” because now that I am in space my equipment is not working properly, in turn leaving me alone, focused on my sense, including my new one. Basically, Always Better Yourself, right babe? You taught me something, too bad once I erase you from my memory I will have forgotten what I’ve learned. That screwed up my fairy tale ending. Now I’m barely descending this hill of snow when you tell me you are cold. Willingly I offered you my jacket, which you accepted. I woke up, with new memories of you…even though I hadn’t seen you in 4 days. Ironically, you did as well. I opened my eyes and you were right there smiling, with your hand on mine. Suddenly I reverted to the labyrinth of your touch and I refused magic. I am Houdini, but you are not my beautiful assistant…anymore. However, your beauty remains. Open this box, I will be gone. To add danger to the situation, shoot bullets, or just call me baby. As of this moment all these feelings could be wrong now, and hopefully will be wrong later. Oh yeah, I want my jacket back. I will most likely talk to you tomorrow, but for right now I’m cold. Mmhm, you won, nhuhuh.