I.

trembling in icy skin

   the barricade I bleed through 

                      I go to bed to see you

I hear the whirring 

of my gray matter

   as it fails to simulate your warmth  

        I’ve forgotten what it felt like

            I lost track of the source

too scared to turn back but 

  too scared to let go 

  

         if you were only going

to hurt me 

  why did you feel so much like home?