Cold
I can feel my heart turning cold. Cold and black like crumbling ashes in a dead fire. A fire that once danced like nymphs in celebration of Gaia.
My cracked, yet whole heart was given to the one I've loved and still do. Emptying everything I have to the one I trusted. Offering my most prized possession to a man, my soul had been waiting for since the beginning of time. Only to have it tossed back to me, without him ever looking back. Where my heart once was, now only an empty cavern remains.
Still I love him with all the shattered pieces, blowing away in the wind.
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