If my eyes could have seen
behind the icicled frame of your heart
and...
the glacial pall of your soul
Then perhaps…
I could begin to understand it all
My shivering heart wouldn’t have expected anything
Not anything at all

Your arms...
were like cold, dead branches on a winter’s tree
who was I ...
and what was I ever to be to you or you to me?

Simply someone that you could use
and graze carelessly upon my heart?
I felt so alone and abused
You are so drunk on you
with coiled arms wrapped around yourself

I asked my heart
“Oh heart, why did you accept such penance
such selfish paltry crumbs”?
You ran, you failed me, time and time again
heightening my pain with your steeled lance

You were not a man of courage
So this time...I left you instead
Keep on running
Just keep on running from yourself
You can lay all alone in your cold, cold bed
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