My Love

My love for you is nothing like fire.
It doesn't die, it leaves no ashes.
My love is ice, cold and lingering, resentful, sad.
Melting into insignificance with your every act of lust.

Fickle is the flame, to which you once compared my passion.
But I do not crumble beneath your cold breaths.
I bite, I am frost. I leave your embers lifeless.
Like summer, your love retreats.

My mournful blue kisses enveloped you once.
How you flourished in my winter!
How opposites attract.
And yet I've destroyed you, bubt still I don't regret.

Your smiles were once as warm as the sun,
As mine were, I do remember.
And yet your eyes shine with decaying honesty.
Truth is dead, along with morality.

My bitter seasons stay, love frozen in time.
While the charred remains of what we shared linger,
Suffocating the air, dead with the trees.