Poetry (?) - Cold. Seeking a Warm Place.

It is cold,
and I picture my bed with you.
I am freezing,
and I remember my arms around you.

You checked on me,
and I saw things were looking better.
You stalked me,
and I wondered if you were thinking like me.

My stomach hurts,
and I think you were lying to me.
My head is pounding,
and I think you are just seeking attention.

I am cold,
and I am freezing.
I picture how it was,
and I remember I hated it.

But I am alone,
you saw I am the same.
And I still sing that song,
you remember the one about you.