Cold
Jonathan ValaniaOctober 31st 2024
Your touch hurts.
You’ve already pulled away—
I can feel it.
You don’t want this.
It’s obvious.
It hums in the silence.
But still, we stay.
Why?
There’s no warmth left.
No healing.
Just the same arguments
on different days.
Same bed,
separate lives.
This isn’t love.
It’s a habit.
A truce.
A resignation.
We’re not partners.
We’re not even friends.
Just two broken people
who mistook shelter
for home.
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The End of Descent.
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