FIRE AND ICE
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

Press down hard on me like I’m one of the keys on your grand piano.
Ignite the spark within my being like I’m a match and you’re the flint.
If only your love for me was as intense as your lust and sheer wrath.
Your lies shower down in shards of glass, slicing open my gullible and unguarded skin.
The barricade is no more, merely a pile of debris lining the floor.
Maybe if you aimed the missile in any direction bar my heart, we could have stood a chance.