Burning in a cold love
What could have possibly go wrong?
I still don't understand how such warm touch and words came out from such a cold heart
I thought we both were going to keep this flame alive
But it was only when you left that I realized that the flame was only in my insides
That my flames would never melt your iced heart
And it was always like that
You were the one that created my fire and then left me burning alive
My love was growing and growing
Caring, worrying, sharing you my life
You made me believe that the bond we shared was candle warm
That the way we hugged could heal our souls
But of course that was another lie, it only healed and destroyed mine
I should have known that the boy who defined himself as cold would never melt for my love
But I have no regrets
Because thanks to your cold heart
My burning love for you froze and now I love myself more
Now the feeling of be burning in a cold love is gone
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Comments (2)
This captures the bittersweet journey of loving someone who couldn't love you back the same way. The imagery of fire and ice is powerful—how love can burn us but also teach us to heal. It's raw, honest, and in the end, empowering.
The coldest hearts have the warmest words! Great work! ❤️