Cold
is the way I treated you.
Blocking out any feeling
to protect my battered heart
but your warmth
melted my ice
into beautiful pools of silver.
You protected my worn soul
when the world fired arrows
though the shallow walls of my skin
and for that
I am grateful.
I am grateful for the late night talks,
putting up with my cold heart
and letting your shoulder be the one my tears fell on.
You showed me love
when everyone else severed me pain.
So thank you
for melting my ice
and keeping my battered heart beating.
I love you.
