The death of my heart

WEATHER

 It's spring but my heart won't bloom.

If I'm the sun, then you're the moon,

Too hard to see in daytime.

I've waited a lifetime,

In the end, it makes no difference.

My love was somehow excessive, maybe abusive.

The ice melts under my feet,

When my heart gets too warm.

No summer ever felt that cold.

The sun is shining,

But my heart's snowing.

I could build a snowman,

Cold as you are,

Might freeze me,

Won't fall in love,

Won't feel anything at all.

When others lead the way,

I walk astray.

None in my taste,

They were not invited to my feast.

They could be the sweetest,

I cannot swallow something that doesn't suit me.

Not poisonous and yet it's killing me.

I wish it were venomous,

I'd have a reason to leave it,

But it was fabulous.