For you.

I looked at you with a fiery passion of love and you looked at me with sad, cold eyes. Yet you have the kind of eyes that I could drown in. On cold nights I wanted to pull you close for warmth and protection but your heart was colder than any weather I'd been in. I was hungry for your love but you starved me out, even as I desperately tried to feed off any warmth that your soul provided. I ran the race to claim you as my prize, but you never showed up for the award ceremony. I fought to catch your gaze, and when you finally looked at me with love and compassion, it was too late. 'Fore I was on the ground in pain and agony from all the times I took a bullet for you.