Cold Heart

please forgive me
with "puppy" eyes
with what you think is my fault

forgiveness is a virtue
that I tend to lack

I'm called the cold heart
with ice that scatters like little diamond snowflakes
minute plops
followed by
screeching of hearts smashing
OUR hearts

take a step back
and even so called
cold heart
sees it differently

we lead lives
that pale in comparison to others
me,
with my loner demeanor
sarcasm and cynicism

and you
with your failures,
your histrionic personality
panic and mania
if that's so called truth


I dream in color,
none of you
so maybe it would be easier to think of you
passing
a butterfly landing on my nose
and then off again

dreams that I wouldn't have about you
yeah, I think I like that
could get used to it

dreams
with little icicle pieces, scattering across the floor
gleaming in the night