it took you less than a second to feel how cold my heart was.

i told you.

i told you that my heart had freezed because of the strong winds of my past, and the abundance amount of broken vials of love potions i drank, and the stiffness and sting of the darkness i lived in.

i told you that this icy heart could freeze anyone else's heart too, infectious it had been. it tends to demand revenge out of its misery, and those who are unlucky to hold it in their very skin will suffer of the same pain.

i told you that you can't cure me, even when you stayed up nights to make me a love potion, trust me you're not the first one. you're not the first one to try and make it melt because others have tried to and failed miserably.

now hand over my heart before it infects you too.