Frost Bite

To the men who have tried, for their own sake. I'm sorry I could not hold your heart.

  I feel really bad, 

You placed your heart in my hand,

 A precious item i feared i would break. 

I questioned why you cared? 

My hands began to shake.. 

  Now broken, shattered into pieces. 

All I feel is gripping ice inside of me

Growing out of guilt of the thing i destroyed 

Warmth gone. Impassable. 

Did I really not care? 

I wondered, I dream, that you will question me. 

 But you don't. 

 Was I just a subject for you, something to strive for?

 Or was it something deeper, and true that I could not fathom to understand? 

 Why is it your feelings always hit me like a block of ice? 

A precious thing I can't understand. 

 When I reach my hand out to touch your surface

 It is too cold for my empty heart to get near. 

My hand retracts and I fear

 I don't have the heart to warm it and melt its exterior

Author's Note

I wrote this on my wattpad as well, please give me feedback on a name. As well as how you believe it would be better structured. Thanks!