you lied
like the sun
in the blue skies
of January.
you looked warm
but you turned
my fingers blue
and my teeth chattered
as i waited
for you
to remember me
out in the cold.
i learned to
light fires
in my heart
to keep me warm,
to find
temporary shelter
in fleeting spirits
but i never forgot
the home
you promised me
that would always
burn.
the icicles
dripping from the
shingles on the rooftops
cut my fingers
and i will lick
the blood
until they melt
into a puddle
of tears
and i will know
that you are beautiful
but broken
and that you broke
me.
i like the cold now.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (1)
Really loved this. The opening was great. It caught me right away wondering why the sun lied. It opened up the poem beautifully.