iced

snow queen

iced and blue

my heart is hurting

dripping icicles

pause

refreeze.

what kind of love is this?

fuck.

fuck the kind of love

that doesn’t bring you peace.

fuck the kind of love that

let’s you wither as it blooms.

fuck the kind of love that

engulfs you in waves of self-hate.

fuck the kind of love that promises

and promises

and promises

and promises.

a vessel of barrenness.

 

 

 

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