I Hate My Coldness
I hate my coldness.
I hate my coldness; My ability not to feel
Walk away if pushed, grab the steering wheel
I can’t feel remorse, just another page turned
I won’t look back or feel my stomach’s churned
I go off like a firework and explode in the sky
When I come back calm, there’s no tears to dry
I won’t do anything physical, won’t land a punch
But decide never to forgive, even if it’s just a hunch
I make up my mind, leave, or open a door
Ready to accept if you don’t love me any more
I’ll pick up my rags and reminders never shed a tear
And if you lie or upset me, I show you the door, my dear.
And I do hate my coldness.
David Cox 08/02/21
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