Ice Your Blood, Crystal Your Heart Poem by Johnny Monroe

I would lie awake
reading your lies in the dead of night
over and over
'til dawns subtle light
crept in through the window
over my sleepless face

then new lies would come and take their place

I'd sit in anxious wait
trying to determine your/my/our
fate

but there was no fate to be foretold
you knew what would happen
how did you get so cold?

Ice your blood
and crystal your heart
freezing and shattering others
this was your art

Your wintry words
touched my soul
violated my mind
twisted my heart

made me cold...