The Cost of Loving You

Dying soul,
living body.
Crying heart,
smiling lips.
Crumbling mind,
sustainable grades.
Frozen feet,
overheated cheeks.
Watery eyes,
dry skin.
Just for show,
not reality.
I’m broken,
you’re revived.
Thanks for nothing,
you’re welcome for everything.

Author's Note

What do you think? Wrote this after a breakup. hope it's alright.