My blood runs cold

with the pain of my broken heart.

I drown myself in wool

and soothing fabric…

But still

I feel 

the chill.

My skin peels

with every sip of cocoa.

I scratch it off with blame.


He used to call me

his chocolate high.

But now I’m low.

The bean

can’t seem

to redeem

the folly 

of falling for a heart

that never truly wanted to be mine.