Ice

I dreamt of you again.
My hell, why do I keep dreaming of you?
It's like every second that I can produce a thought, it's about you.
Do you have a moment to spare?
I just wanted to make sure your gaze is still blue.
How are you today?
I ask because I see that you are starting to go mad.
Do you as feel as empty as the way she looks at you?
I'm sorry, I truly don't mean to pry.
Can you even feel a thing?
My God, my love, I've never seen such a vacant stare in ones eye.
What's on your mind?
I hope you feel the same because you are the only thing on mine.
Have you eaten today?
I only ask because your face is seeming a bit thin.
Do you need anything?
No, I get it. You're quite good at being alone.
Did I ruin it all?
I know my head likes to pave a different path.
Have you picked up your old ways?
The smell of smoke on your jacket makes me miss our better days.
Are you sure you're doing okay?
Please don't be upset, it's just I've never read a book so easy.
Do you miss my nails in your back?
Oh, quit. You know you think like that.
Do you feel the ice?
I swear to god this isn’t the place to be nice.
Can I see your gentle wrists?
Let me give your love and cuts one final kiss.
This moment is ecstasy- do you feel the pure bliss?
Or does this continuing dream just replay all the things that I miss.