He tries to pretend
he's joking, but I've heard it all before. I can hear the uncertainty in his voice
. "My ice queen," he says
. He's said the same before, during our fights that happen all too often. "Don't you feel
Another friend of mine sits beside me in the car
. I'm pretending to concentrate on the road, holding my shoulders a little
too straight. "Say something
before I think you're a monster
," he says, and I thought I heard anguish in his voice. I shift slightly and stare at the road. But I say nothing
"How did you become so cold?
" and there's anger now. He's hurt but it hasn't sunk in it yet, the anger still covering it's surface. I can see it in his eyes, flashing
Don't you feel? You're a monster. How do you handle it? Why are you so indifferent, so cold? Don't you love me? What's wrong with you?
In the darkness I can imagine
I see shapes in the shadows. My lips move to the words unspoken
, and at times I reach my hand out but nothing is there except the air
. And I let the tears fall
without wiping them away.
The ice queen
has begun to melt