Stone cold

I am a block of ice in your arms;I'm stone cold and Edward Cullen would envy my restraint. You see me like a piece of would : heartless , cool, calculate and away from your access .You think I choose this ,instead of thinking that it has chosen me . You think that it is because your heat won't dare to reach me. But it's actually the other way around.
I realize that your presence ,though wanted so much, feels so overwhelming .


You see me cold and think that I don't care. But then again, I wish you would keep close to me