paradox

but even the hottest things
feel cold, sometimes.
and it scares me.
it scares me that
antarctica is a desert
covered with ice.
it scares me that
you are my sun
I am the earth.
it scares me that
we still have
winter in the end.
and it scares me
that your heart is flame
’cause I am a glass
I break in fire
and numb in ice.
and I will never be
good enough for you.
it scares me.
’cause the hottest
star is blue
nobody told me this
but soon,
hell will turn into
snow and our
love will grow cold.