i saw you there that day.

i want to be upset with you,
you who promised
never to turn your back on me.

you who promised
to catch me when i fall.

it was cold that day
not because of the heavy rain
that fell from the glacial skies
and landed on my skin,
mixing in
with my warm tears.

it was cold that day
not because of the frosty winds
that turned my fingers red
and made my heavy breath
visible for us to see.

it was cold that day
because you stared straight at me
with frigid eyes.

you saw me there.

it lasted a second
and i remember
watching you
through my tears,

watching you
turn your back to me,
pretending i didn’t need you.

i want you to know
how much i hate you.
i want you to know
how much i despise you.

i want you to know
the betrayal
i felt
when you walked away.

you turned
my warm summers
into icy winters.

and i refuse
to let you sit in your
pleasant paradise
while i suffer
arctic temperatures.

i will come to you soon,
with raging fires,
fuming earthquakes,
outraged floods,
and wrathful storms.

and i
will sit and watch
as you try
to pick yourself up,

the same way i had to do
when you destroyed me.