Ice Queen
Spitfire
Can’t love
Won’t feel
You love her?
She’ll break your heart.
You need her?
She’ll never need you.
You want her?
She stopped wanting long ago.
In the lives of everyone she touches
Coldness and fire emerge
Leaving dust where life once flourished
Loving her is loving pain
It doesn’t matter who you are
It doesn’t matter what you look like
It doesn’t matter where you’ve been
All you’ll ever remember about her is pain
Replacing her heart a withered stone
Beyond her icy exterior
Skin peeling fire
No comfort in the cold
No tenderness in the warmth
She is the Bringer of Pain
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