You are where I want you most to be. Deep down where the ice still covers the broken-ness. Where the veins that intertwine, twisting in knots where you can't untangle them. Where the toes are so numb that they burn, and the tips of your fingers are white as snow. Your somewhere amongst the "I can't believe you" and "I hate you's" that really mean you want one more time where your lips are against mine and I can taste your sweet breath. One more time to try and escape the dungeon where your broken heart lays, to feel the weakness of your stomach like nightingales that flutter around your head as he slips his fingers through your hair and whispers "I love you".
But you're there, where permafrost and numbing arctic chills go and a hoping for a spring breeze to turn the tide.
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