I will meet the love of my life someday.

When my ribcage finally learns
how to wrap itself neatly
around a heartbeat that has discovered
its perfect tempo.
Where the familiarity of home
warmly embraces the adventure of the open ocean.

My awaiting love, she calls my name.
All I need to do is know myself well enough
to touch her smiling face.


He made me cruel.

When he tore my vulnerability apart
and replaced it with insecurity,
there was no room left to radiate love.
I stopped warming my own skin, let alone the skin of others.
I have no softness because he chilled it to the bone.

So when you ask why I seek shelter within the cold,
here is your answer.
Do with it what you will.

It is because he made me cruel.