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Were you aware putting ice on burns is bad?
the benefits are left to merely a wives tale
providing temporary relief but leaving tissue more damaged and worsening scarring,
What about you?
my darling,
would you hurt me the same if I were to hold you too close?
In an attempt at remedying
that which has wounded me since I can remember,
perhaps I must wait to be whole
before I can hold you in my arms
before I can ghost your skin with my hand
Watching you drift peacefully, wondering if you'd ever look at me in the same way
with your effortless smile,
that which brings relief
I suppose it cannot heal me,
after all you are my ice
frozen, colder than I'd ever hope
I cannot hold you as I wish
for the fear of you leaving
and scars further dirtying the skin which I have tried my hardest to keep so clean
Perhaps if I were to believe for a second longer
in these damaging wives tales that haunt my mind
you could be mine