Burning Ice

There was just you and me, but never truly an "Us"...

Just a painful mirage as if it was never there.

The only proof being the mark you have left on me,

my mind, my heart, my soul.

Imprinted...

Your smile, your laugh and how you silently tucked

my hair behind my ear and my blackened soul

in the healing warmth of yours...

You have touched all of me with the utter care and gentleness

as a man would to a small and fragile object;

Easy to break.

I searched through all the contented sighs,

I looked in between every caress and space,

even the smallest space between our intertwined fingers.

Through it all, I looked for the love,

I looked for a promise,

but came up with nothing...

Nothing but the whispers of sweet lies

The kisses on my forehead, the taste of your lips on mine,

the feeling of my hand in yours was nothing...

nothing but a temporary warmth to your ice cold,

but despite your coldness, despite this chill,

I find myself burnt. Helplessly, utterly burnt.

Nothing but ashes now,

but still not enough

to peacefully let me drift

out of my own confines.

For I, will never be completely void of you.

For you, have left your mark on me.

What I thought was a beautiful mark,

turned out to be an ugly scar

singed on my skin

from your burning cold.