Your voice used to be so precious to me
I would go to bed at night with your fingers in my hair
strumming our heart beats together
Perfectly tangled in wrinkled sheets
You'd always sleep until noon
Wake up, smoke a cigarette or two,
we'd go out for hot coffees
We lived so hot in the wintertime
so cold in the summer
One time you burned your back against the radiator in your sleep
I wanted you to melt
The last time we fought, it was the beginning of winter
I've felt that cold for a year already
I wrapped my fingers around your face and slapped you
over and over and I couldn't stop and I didn't want to
I was stuck between the idea of warming up my hands
and spitting up the fire you've left in me
When love gets passionate,
no one wins... We are both still so sad.
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