cold blood
When I think of you
My heart grows cold
I do not think – no, I am definite
That I cannot love you.
They say we are of the same blood
So we should look out after each other
With love and care and concern –
All of which, needless to say
Don’t exist between us.
It’s a careful dance, what we do
Gliding between ghosts of mines
And ducking the shrapnel
That flies whenever we meet.
An uneasy truce is what it is
That binds me to you
And even then that cannot last
Love and loyalty have no place in war
Against the tattered backdrop of a raging sky
And the fading whisper of what could be.
I’m sorry.
But I can’t forgive, and I certainly can’t forget.
A/N: To the person who I’m writing this about, if you ever find this, which is extremely unlikely, there’s no offence intended. This is just how I feel about you because there is no way I’ll ever be able to relate properly to you, even if we are related. I hope that you’ll be able to understand someday how you made me feel – you’re part of the reason why I want to get away from home so badly.
Nikolas
