I have just been trying to get warm. And you leave my house late, tell me things I can only nod my head to. Caught my edges on something a little too quick, I guess. Curled up inside of a notion that wasn’t fully realized. The cons cut me back every time, fingers intertwined on the couch with all of the worrying. I’ve been weighing feelings heavy like objects in my palms, trying to balance the scales.

I have just been trying so hard to get warm.