Cold
When you laid your head on my chest
You commented how I actually have a heartbeat.
How I am actually alive.
You said I could be so cold sometimes.
You just had to make sure.
I laughed at your dumb joke.
And we continued the conversation.
I went into my head and thought.
He never had to make that joke.
Because every day it starts becoming.
Painfully Apparent.
You are not him.
My heart beats for him.
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