SUICIDE

My hand, i couldn't even fold due to my not so cold heart.
I thought it was you and i
but love is suicide
fluid eyes, my face expressed
as i had thoughts of suicide.
rolling along my nose
across the crack of my mouth
a vindictive tear fell from my fluid eyes
it solidified when it dropped from the bottom of my chin
to the chest of my heart
it solidified, due to my heart. love is suicide.
my heart that everyone had named cold and painted black
i would say its getting old from these flashy love reactions
but scientists know better.