Their eyes see through me 
They tell me to move on 
But are hopelessly blind to the  
Wounds your words carved in me 
And now, 
In place of blood, 
Poetry spills from my shattered heart 
 
These scars you created,
your gruesome handiwork,
Will remain a desecrated shrine
Forever devoted to you
 
You once whispered  
To love is to burn  
Your breath on my neck blistering my skin 
Now the very thought of you turns me to ice 
 
Leaving me  
with blackened and frostbitten fingers 
A pale specter with translucent skin and chapped blue lips 
My mind screaming  
To love is to destroy