you don't see the end of things

the circuitry of your brain

doesn't work that way.

Instead, you choose

to seek me in my polarized state;

I am dormant, inactive,

frozen-to-death

clammy skin

staccato heartbeat

But you choose to surrender

of your own will

to the chills

that encompass

my movement

they are drawn into

you like a labored breath

to the lungs;

hitting your veins.

This isn't natural,

none of it.

But you'd rather drown

in me

we both bring out the

worst in each other

dragging our souls down

into the depths of hell

deep as the Earth's core itself

then admit for a second

that you didn't need me

as much as I needed you

which used to be something

lighter, airier than what I'd ever

felt now.