My heart is so cold no warm air can fix it. I tend to not care when in reality I do.
I've learn to care or pretend to not to.
Love became non existent to me when others didn't know what love meant.
I'm not a genius at it but I was better with an open heart and no experience
on what love actually meant.
I've learned how to let people in damaging me and putting temporary band aids on my scars.
I love in seasons it's safer that way,.
My moods are controlled by the temperature.
Similar to how as humans we naturally live by emotions.
it's only control with fear the fear to lose another person that love affection and attention.
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