You call me Ice Queen
I froze you out long ago
Made the part of my heart that belonged to you inaccessible
Iced over so I couldn’t feel it anymore
The alternative was too painful:
Letting you in so that you could hurt me again
Your judgmental ways and expectations
Knocking me off a pedestal I never wanted
Trying to mold me into a shape
Of your own design—
No! Never again will I
Thaw that part of beating flesh
Just for you to toy with it
And throw it back onto the pile
Broken, unwanted—
I’d rather be cold
Than misused
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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