A dagger,
with which you rip my heart.
A hole remains,
from where I dig a grave.

For us,
I mourn,
as you proceed
to douse me in disregard.

Drowning sorrows,
drunken merriment,
a euphoric disease.

A crowd,
a gaze.
A stare so cold,
my body you freeze.

Frost bitten,
twice shy.

A reconciliation with apathy.