your heart beat wildly
beneath a layer of sheer ice.
it was inevitably frozen,
and i got frostbite.
i reached my hand out
to your heart
and felt your pulse
as my fingers bruised black and blue.
i watched as i lost myself to you,
and did nothing to stop it.
i was blinded by your hearts ability
to beat while broken
and called it love.
i watched as i disappeared
if only to take away yours.
i waited for your heart to thaw,
waited for your colorless void
of a body to fill,
but all i saw when i looked at you
was a lifeless void with a beating heart.
and i called my admiration of you love.
i kept a hand to your heart,
as if i was pledging my body away
just for your possibility of life,
and you stood motionless
as your heart melted.
it turned to putty in my hands,
to a shapeless liquid
that slipped through my fingers,
similarly to your love for me.
i tried to gather as much of your heart
as i could
but you spilled onto the floor
and the ground swallowed you whole.
you live on,
you lifeless, heartless, thawed out void,
and a bed of flowers blooms beneath you,
spilling out colors that you selfishly hid away from the world.