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Ice Heart
It is hard to admit that I don't know you well enough anymore, to even listen to what you are saying
Why would I care? I am hard now...distant...safe.
I climbed uphill to get here, so why would I let my heart thaw now?
I knew it was over when I saw that yellow rose...
I knew it was over when I didn't bother to think about how I use to love that color
It is hard to admit that I don't even want to love...that I think you are hopeless...and that I am lifeless and that this place if so full of ice...it has become the only place that I am comfortable
I gotta say, that is a poem I wouldn't want to read too often. It's too effective at relaying what you want to say... I think it would shatter some poeple's minds to read of it and even come close to feeling that way. It sounds like the last step on a steep cliff. I'm really glad you are the opposite.