When I speak with you
flames blossom in my veins.
Venom leaks from every word,
and ice swallows my heart whole,
creeping into my soul. I can
thank you for the steel in my spine,
for there was only so much
I could take. So many bruises,
scars, wounds untreated.
No longer will I play this
emotional game of
as I search for a better example
of what you should’ve been.
Perhaps one day you’ll learn
though my hopes aren’t high.
I can’t afford to make that climb
just to come crashing down
yet again. If by some miracle
you do change, come find me.
Be prepared for I may spit poison
at you, build irons walls around
my healing heart. Time will be
your test. If there comes a day
when my fangs dull and flames
turn to embers, my heart, my soul
may finally thaw, but there will
always be steel in the backbone
you tried to break.