Frostbite.

I've been cold lately.
My jackets don't help, neither do my sweatshirts.
Yours does.
Yours brings me back to a time when things were going to be just okay.
Look where we've come since then.
Your smile helped.
You'd smile, and like the cliche I am, I'd feel butterflies in my stomach.
Now the only thing I can think of when I look at people smiling is if it's real or like me, they too just smile to avoid having to talk about things.
Your voice helped.
You'd talk to me and I'd believe that things could be good, that I could be good, great even.
I cringe everytime someone pays me a compliment now, like looking directly into the sun.
The feel of your skin against mine helped.
When you touched me, when you held me I'd feel like a fire ignited at the point of contact and spread to my entire body, making me warm and comfortable in my own skin
Everytime someone touches me now, I drown in my insecurities, Wondering if it's only because they think I'm easy.
I've been so cold lately, and the only thing that could keep me warm is the one thing I can never have.
Now all I do is wait, wait for cluttering teeth and frostbite.
The cold never bothered me anyway?