it is not an easy task to melt your own heart without a flame

the pieces of me fit so perfectly folded in your palm I lost the desire to be whole again

every single shard of my existence was embedded in my desire to feel your lips and your hips and I know it wasn't love but it was so close and I was foolish enough to mispronounce lust

my shrapnels have found a home in your entrails and I am not strong enough to dig them out with my fingernails but I clawed at your back and I did my best to set them free

sometimes things got messy but you have to understand

nothing is given

and the price for the sight of my body was your eyes

let me tell you it's easier to cut open a corpse with scissors than it is to shoot out blind or shout out mute and you had me gagged

I've held my own heart bloody in my hands

the bits of you mixing with the bits of me and I've realized

you're the ice that froze my pulse

but at least

frost bite

prevents

colds