poem post: your frostbitten eyes form icicles on your cheeks

your frostbitten eyes form icicles on your cheeks.

i couldn't bear the pain of watching you another second.

it's love, i promised.

it's pure, raw, love.

..we didn't know what we were thinking when our love turned to obsession—

when the water froze over so suddenly we only knew how to skate upon it

but the blades struck the ice so, a dopamine completely enrapturing us both so we'd lose our lives to the mania.

blood stained the snow and we'd kiss upon it knowing what we'd done.

and in our home, safe and warm we'd live another day with the thought of shame or guilt completely disregarded.

..that was mere fantasy, we'd convince ourselves it was.

until the sunlight struck the ice so.

melting it,

bathing it in truth,

letting the water underneath drown you in the reality that i led you away from.

forever will i feel guilty for that.

no, our fantasies weren't escapes. they were the addictions and the pleasures of those driven to madness.

the sun streamed in

and from there, i joined you in the blue.

on opposite sides of the pond, but together all the same.

it's different now. it's colder.

and even now i struggle to forget the feel of the blades on my aching feet.

your frostbitten eyes formed icicles on your cheeks,

but my tears burned through my visage like a roaring fireplace.

we wanted to run to each other so desperately, to hold each other close, to keep the other safe from the inevitable winter storms our minds created.

but we have to be our own rescuers now.

and until we can gently hold each other and kiss without blood staining our lips, we will brave the blizzards as if we were born to.

and when the time comes to take refuge in your arms, my love, it will be the safe, comforting heaven we always dreamed.

with the only blades used to cut into warm winter treats instead of scarring the frantic, frozen ice.

can i make you that promise?