There would be nothing

Dead words would serve as flies

Withholding no purpose or meaning

Not because I am not skilled with this tongue

But because I hold no intention of saying

That I care for you...

Growing strong

Frost gnaws on my flesh

Beneath my winter coat

Snow embedded into my bone

Tearing open my muscle

Hope of replacing it with sheer cold

But I stand in front of her

Praying I can hold my ground

And remain undeterred

Her tongue though

It’s made out of ice

I will not escape her winter...

Used and discarded, that’s how I felt. Witnessing everyone turn on me for a misunderstanding. The one and only time I wasn’t walking on eggshells, I was made to feel as if I was worth nothing.

All those times that girl, that singular girl that they all flock to, started to dislike me. That was the end of my life as I knew it. And it was almost the end of my life in general. Because as much as she...