night driving

don’t love me back
i’m asking because i need this.
my heart is a crackling birch
and you, our breath in winter.
we were born on a cold, lifeless day
becoming not quite terrible
you, our breath in winter
and me
burning brightly
the birch gives warmth to all.
(let me do all the night driving)

M.

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