Arctic

I anxiously awaited the return of the trust my inconsiderate acts had dissipated. Jaded, I fell from the sky like the most pathetic shooting star. You were the most noble king by far, like a majestic butterfly, I clipped your wings and caged you in a jar labeled by my deceit. I was your Idi Amin, as I robbed you of your civil rights, and made you shiver through all the sleepless nights. I was the thorn that pricked your finger when all you wanted was to kiss a rose. In the throes of love, you were blind to the venom I hid from you, like the meaning of words left undefined. I protected my own heart and kept you confined. I cheated and then resigned, played the victim as I insecurely proclaimed that I refused to remain a pawn in your wicked game of Chess. I should confess that I watched you undress, naively removing your layers of mistrust. I am ashamed to admit my undeniable ability to commit, even though it was you all along that brought beauty to my life. You painted with vibrancy on my body, slaying my strife. Reds and greens, and aquamarines, so vivid and enchanting. You introduced me to colour when all I had known were blacks and grays, portrayed a world devoid of pain when all I had known was sorrow and gloom. I locked you in a room and made you sleep from toiling endlessly and pricking your finger on my cursed and vile loom. You were in bloom but my dead weight made you wilt. Spilt your blood, then drowned your hearT in my melodramatic flood. You assumed it was a disaster natural, but it was all planned, like the birds and the bees by which you were conceived. Relieved, now that you see the wickedness that I concealed. Your wounds will eventually heal while my stubborn pride will always feel, resentful for having loved and lost. Thrown into the fire, like a penny tossed. Engrossed in you yet subdued, made obsolete like the silent era film star upon the invention of sound. I am lost again although I was once found and homeward bound; certain that your Mona Lisa smile would make my world go round. Our fortress was sure to fall as it was founded on frivolity and lies. Candy coated, yet bittersweet, delicate and fragile like your heart's tender beat. Now I am forced to accept with insurmountable guilt and pain, that the coldest winter weather will forever remain, giving me chills and freezing my bones yet it's still insufficient recompense for the emptiness of being all alone. Spring has never sprung in my subzero heart, the Arctic's hollow winds despair and tear my world apart. You should have listened like the others from the start, and ran faster than your legs could bear. Instead you risked it all and took a chance, stared into this Medusa's eyes. Nefarious misery loves company to warm its frigid heart, pierced by my dart, you will eternally remain the most cherished prize of these opaqe, yet sullenly conniving eyes.