this morning

[epilepticemu]

Waiting here, for the bus to come,
standing in this icey, chill, whipping wind
is still far warmer than your stone, cold, heart

leaving your side, or back, rather, as you slept
I exchanged your company for solitude
which I faced, inspite my resolve, with bittersweet resignation

You said, "you make me feel beautiful"
You made me feel hideous.