Frostbite Heart

Frostbite Heart

You spoke in velvet,
But moved like ice,
Wrapped me in warmth
Then rolled the dice.
I bet on you,
You folded fast—
Now I’m the lesson
In your past.

You gave me a frostbite heart,
Smiles that tear and lips that dart.
You loved like winter loves a flame—
Just long enough to leave the blame.
I trusted you, that was my crime—
You wore me down, then stole my time.
Now all that’s left is frozen art—
Thanks to you,
And your frostbite heart.

You built your truth
On shifting ground,
Promised silence,
But made it sound.
You made goodbye
Feel like a grin,
And wore regret
Like paper-thin skin.

You gave me a frostbite heart,
Chilled me clean, then split apart.
No storm, no flood, no final fight—
Just cold that crept in overnight.
You made me numb where I was whole,
Now bitter runs
Where there was soul.
You left your mark, a work of dark—
That’s what you gave:
A frostbite heart.

No fire left, no second round,
Just silent snow
On hollow ground.
I’ll heal in ice, not in flame—
And I won’t forget
Your frozen name.

You gave me a frostbite heart,
Love that died before it could start.
You wrote our end in silent tone—
Then vanished like you’d never known.
I’ll walk away, no looking back,
But I still feel
Where you left cracks.
So here’s your crown, cold work of art—
You made, then broke
My frostbite heart.