Fire and Ice

Baby, we were different from the rest. You weren't the fire in my belly. You were the ice that healed my swollen wound. The warmth from my wounds slowly melted you away. When you were gone and there was nothing left of you but the tear stains on my shirt, I realized how much I needed you. When you were here, I hated your cold touch, but now that you're gone I miss you. I want you back. My wounds have been healed by your touch over time. I long for the cold touch of you once again even though I know I don't need it. I'm sorry for melting you away. I know what I did was not fair. You were only trying to help. To give me everything you could. And I took it without thinking twice. Without giving back. But what can fire possibly give to ice. That's what we were. Fire and Ice. You healed my wounds and I took it without giving anything in return. Fire and Ice were never meant to be, but you tried.