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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