Your hand is on my cheek,

Rough and warm, entirely contrasted

By the cool, damp hollowness of my tears.

And the stinging sensation, it's still there-

Burning my face alive. It's hot.

And I'm cold because I'm shivering and shaking

And you wrap your arms around me and tell me it's okay.

And I nod because you have that smile on;

The smile that I love because it brings me safety when I'm afraid.

So why should I fear this moment with you?

Troubling, troublesome, and terrible all at once.

A side dish of love with that bitter taste of

Sauce gone wrong because the cooks

Kept adding a little more of what would make it better.

It's better this way. Maybe. I guess.

It's what should be better than nothing, or maybe it's just

What happens when the cold and the heat

Mix and melt.

Fire and ice

Are meant to be separate

But together,

It just feels nice.