Hot was our love.
It was beautiful: mesmerizing.
Burning brighter than the sun itself,
it scorched us beyond recognition.
Yet we didn't mind,
for it encased the perfect little world we created.
Lovers that only became through the smallest of chances,
lovers that we,
perhaps,
should have never been.
The odds were completely against us,
our families became our foes,
adversities were always just around the corner,
waiting, --lingering
until the coast became clear.
Our love was our only solace.
It was sweet and gentle,
it was rough and passionate,
and it was almost too painful to bare.
Hot was our love,
thus our arguments turned us to ice.
I felt it,
that day as soon as the air changed,
when you left.
That void within me
grew as you stayed away longer and longer.
Your words were cold: distant.
Curt and sharp.
I felt how my heart swelled to painful measures
as I finally caught a glimpse of you,
yet you were not you.
I could not find the one I had fallen for harder
than life itself.
I felt a wall between us.
It was agonizing. All I desired was to hold you close
and kiss away what made you be this way.
Your change had scared me,
a fear I had never felt towards you.
I had always ran to you,
despite your prying and shoving,
your kicking and screaming,
I would always love you.
Cold were your words,
Hot was my love.
I had not failed to stand by your side
when you needed me most.
I loved you more than myself.
I loved every inch of you,
from your soul
to the way you would pull your hair over your face to hide it.
Where was yours?
That heat that warmed my soul.
The heat that made me feel alive.
The heat that was your love.
Where was it when you made me let you go?
I could not let you go.
Letting you go...
It was like telling me not to breathe,
because loving you was interwoven into my every fiber.
Yet I did, because it was your wish.
I ignored the magnetic pull that always drew me towards you.
The magnet that would always keep me bound to you in some way.
The magnetic force that still seems to want to say, "I love you."
Yet,
that wish
it still throbs in my chest,
my heart always exposed to that everlasting,
never-healing wound.
It aches and it cries to be free.
To heal from the battle of shattering.
Yet I know,
some wounds will never heal.
I have many of those.
They burn in my chest,
nestled close to my bones.
I will never get them out of me.
Those shared nights of giggles,
endearing chit-chat,
They burrow into my heart when I think of them.
It makes me ache despicably,
for I cannot feel that love anymore.
I had to say that to you.
Yet the truth was,
it changed.
We changed.
Our dance that was all but an inferno,
turned into a silent fall of ash.
Hot was the love that I felt.
Cold I became.
