The first time you touched my hands, it felt like they would melt under your firey touch, as my ice cold fingers gripped the inside of your fragile bones, you held them close to your chest, right near your heart, as if the melting concoction of our fingertips would melt out and sting your chest, carving my name onto a beating heart that was meant only for me. And when you’d light your cigarettes with your shaky hands I’d tell you to fucking quit, but you said you loved habits, and I guess I was one you couldn’t keep because I was too cold, I couldn’t warm up no matter how much you’d squeeze my hands, or hug me tight, I’d end up lonely late at night, and that’s probably why you didn’t want me around, too much wind and not enough warmth, you can’t love someone who always kept you cold.I should’ve bought you a jacket. (via loviely)