Cold Caress

She is a journey,

Without a destination.

Internal malady,

Of silent self-destruction.

 

Tell her you love her,

Then lie and burn to waste.

Give her a reason to believe,

Just a little taste.

 

She is the ice that breaks under your feet,

Your fantasy she lives to please.

The tale that lurks in bondage underneath,

She is your vital remedy.

 

Tell her you love her,

In hopes that she might fall.

Give her a reason,

To fall for it all.

 

A call to the fires,

To fall and burn the ice.

Hearts remained broken,

Can’t heal more than thrice.

 

Snow White comes with frostbite,

She will break your heart.

Beauty comes in blind sight,

She planned it from the start.

Offering her shoulders,

For you to shed your tears.

Her shoulder is so cold,

You’ll get icicles on your ears.

 

She’s frozen,

She threw the dice so you’d get hurt.

She broke you,

But what was it all worth?

 

And she’s alone now.

Author's Note

About a woman who got tired of feeling pain and started inflicting it.

Reviews

[Amy R]

marvelous yet so sad!
superbly inked!
great job!

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks a million. For all the reviews.

[Amy R]

ur welcome, i'd review the rest asap!

[Miss Sharon]

Very powerful and moving write Kristan. You've probably heard it said that hurting people hurt people. It is true and your poem states that clearly. Bravo. ~Sharon

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Wow very deep, and quite moving i may say.
Just because someone gets hurt many times, doesn't give them the right to hurt others.
Hearts are not very strong things, they should never be played with.
Great piece, I enjoyed reading it.
The rhyming was also brilliant :)

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks I'm glad you enjoyed.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Your welcome :)

[~]

ahhhh... an ice-queen who got what she was not thinking she would..

[ANTO]

"A call to the fires,
To fall and burn the ice.
Hearts remained broken,
Can’t heal more than thrice." - Loved the first three lines of this stanza but I would have liked to see a futher stanza about the thrice broken 'theory' - it would expand this so much rather than leave the reader with the questions - why three ? Is it just an arbitrary choice of number?

"She broke you,
But what was it all worth?" - the whole poem centres around this - What is the point of turning yourself into another of the worlds b*****ds just to get a moment of sadistic pleasure.

The final line says it all -
superb Kristan

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks anto. I used three because that's the amount of sides on a triangular icicle. And I didn't write another verse on the broken heart because it is my intention to leave the reader questioning her. I'm also glad that u get how I used the last line to pull the ice queen apart.

[ANTO]

Ah I see - yes... I get it now. My curiosity always gets the better of me - the mystery that the number adds is very enigmatic and inpsired Kristan. Bravo

[Jamestown]

Great write, so true some can be down right cold. I have one similar you might enjoy called
cold heart ,thanks for sharing, keep up the good work!

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thank you. I'll totally check that out.

[Jennifer Shaw]

I absolutely adore this piece. I have been this woman a time or two in my life. This really speaks to me. I'm not her anymore, but it wasn't that long ago... Thank you for sharing this. Your thoughts are beautiful.

[Jennifer Shaw]

Also, would you mind giving my poem Life and "Eth" a read? As the description will tell you, it means quite a lot to me. Your input is always appreciated. :)

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Of course I will. You can totally count on my review.

[TheLostMind]

A sad, melancholic write but beautiful nevertheless. Good job :)

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thank you. Glad u liked it.

[Matching Socks]

It happens so often, as a defence mechanism. But it only winds up hurting people more.
So sad.

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thank u for your thoughts Ana.

[W R Stowe]

This is what happens at times also the other way as well.Ice can not melt so easily as it can break to pieces I've been there we all seem to carry our baggage into our relationships always comparing one another. nice piece

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks. I'm glad her frostbite could sting you.

[W R Stowe]

Thanks for sharing your welcome