If you can’t love my coldness, never come closer,
My frost
bites as hard as a hungry wolf lost in a frigid winter.
I am not
a cozy cabin with a fireplace lit from morning till dawn.
If you can’t
love my coldness, I advise you to run,
My snowflakes
are the blanket that covers you during the dark hours.
However,
don’t mistake their beauty for a welcoming invite.
…
I don’t have
warmth to shield you from the path of isolation,
My spring
will never come; I am the winter so savage.
My northern
winds won’t whisper you the song of the sun and moon entwined.
All they
do is howl with anger of the time wasted on unnecessary confessions.
My glacial
mountains are not your charity shelter, they are high and mighty
Yet they
test the character hidden beneath fake smiles and teary eyes.
Don’t offer
me your meek fire, it won’t melt the ice embedded in my bones.
Your summer
heart is not what my soul desires; the heat is not the friend I need.
If you can’t
love my coldness, don’t dare come any closer,
Your gentleness
has no place within my castle of icy glass,
I offer
daily battles - come ready to toughen up, head held high,
My kingdom
has no mercy for a mind too afraid to fight the demons hidden inside.
…
If you can’t
love my coldness, leave before my long night comes and harms you,
I don’t need
your trembling hands when my blizzards strike in waves with hunger.
Take this
dreadful heat, I don’t want to feel it again all over me,
I don’t need
a spiring that feels like home when the danger of freeze feels real.
I need
someone who dances calmly when my raging storms roam free and loud,
Not a
person running to the fire when the darkness falls and the sky is an endless abyss.
You cannot
love my coldness, I command you to run and never show yourself to me,
My winter
was never yours to conquer, it was never your home to settle in,
My frozen kingdom rejects every cell of you; even your shadow has no right to darken my fresh snow.
