Chilled Joy.

Bottled up, neck-high
Knee-deep, sky-wide
Jealous, beautiful, hurting sides


Love long lost, still locked deep in your eyes
I feel it on my skin
Scorching, burning, healing, cooling
Similar 
Brownish red in your locks, calling me for help
Yearning.


I smile painfully
I know
I will return


I don't belong to myself anymore.