I feel cold.

I felt so warm.

I feel empty.

I felt so loved.

I was left alone.

I felt so warm and so loved.

It's cold.

It's frustrating.

No longer warm. No longer loved.

The feeling of their hands wandered over my body.

They left me on a cliff to hang by my own hands.

How they sweetly whispered my name.

They abandoned me.

The feeling of their lips still on my skin. 

They lied to me.

They love me.

They don't love me.

I don't ever want to leave them.

I should leave. 

Soon...