Such a cold, bitter winter this was,
though the beauty of it all warmed,
my heart, my mind, my thoughts,
until chilling winds blew once more.

Such unique, lovely compliments they were,
then all for naught; they became,
lies, slander, blasphemy,
now my emotions can stand no more.

Such a smooth, soothing voice he had,
which reassured me all was well,
with me, with him, with life,
but the delusional mirrors aren't clear anymore.

Such a frozen, frostbitten goodbye this is,
leaving a rock thought to be a diamond, now
a fake, an imposter, a joke,
finally showing jagged glass as its true nature.

Wrapping a scarf of memories around my neck,
I walk out into the tundra that was him,
that was me,
that was us;

Though now I have no protection from weather,
my gloves and coat slowly slipping off,
I'd much rather keep in the blizzard,
than remain within his icy, deathly grasp.