A/N- I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to fight, I don't want to hurt you. I just had to get this out. I love you, Im sorry.

Hypothermia eyes, and sunburst lips,
you chap me raw and angry red,
flying daggers and iron fist words,
bruise again, leave me broken
(crawl away, get outta there, gotta )
let me move

chiasmic red hearts, faded black,
collapse inwards on shadow star
pillows that could break bones
tired and swollen, I close my eyes
(baby, your killing me, I, I)
fall asleep on heavens caustic chill.

Blackened skin, boasting blood risen
to shine in sallow eyes too tired
to fight against another explosion;
with heart shivers I convulse against you,
meet hypothermia eyes with defeat,
(I love you, I love you, im sorry, im)
frozen.