ice

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.