Cold as Ice

Longing to

needing to

wanting to……

lead me around the garden gate

using words of glory

of love

of admiration

to turn my head

to turn my heart

to make me believe once more in love.

I hate that I am this weak

that I am filled with desire

craving your soul

needing your presence

to feel whole.

I do not want this.

I do not need this.

I reject the whole premise of affairs

wrapped in cotton candy

head above the clouds

dreaming of times better

brighter

filled with you…..

your touch

your hands

your scent

scare away the imps

carving up my heart

handing out pieces to be eaten.

Rain falls

erasing the words you spoke

cold embraces me

pulling me in

pulling me under

so I can forget the words you proposed.

Speared through to the core

watching you walk away

holding my heart in your hands

bleeding from wounds…..

you pierced me

you laughed at me

you took my love for granted

turning it into a cesspool

from which I shall never arise.

©June 29/19

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