Frostbite (a poem)
by leewritespoetryalot
being held in your arms is a different type of pain
the coldness of your embrace strips my warmth away
the ice from your fingertips piercing my back
my heart being stabbed by the shards of ice
your version of love sabotages my soul
this is guaranteed to be my last breath
ice molding to my heart valves
frostbite racing through my veins
freezing my body whole
i think of all the empty space between you and i
when i notice that this embrace was nothing but a means to escape me by
in all my time of existence
i havent felt such coldness
such pain
with this fatal betrayal i say my final words to you
“how could someone who claims to love me spend so much time wishing i was someone new?”