I say that I’m the coldest in the room– 

the one who feels the least 

– but every time you stumble in 

I thaw out piece by piece.

This feeling of defrosting 

is nothing short of pain./space

I see my insides out–

yet long for it again.

I’m like the damned ice caps

the way I’m warming up to you.

It’s terrible, I’m horrible,

I make me want to spew. 

Sometimes I think I’m over it

then seem to fall back in–

I melt and end up as

the little puddle I’ve always been.