Frosty

Winter cold is here,
the curse has reawakened
for another season.

My hands are icy white,
colder than a psychopath’s heart.

I touch your face to caress
the pure sweetness
that you are embraced with.

Your body impulses
to retract back,
pushing me away
as if I had put a dagger
against your throat.

Rejected from love and warmth,
I will wait outside
for the winter to end,
as I slowly turn
into an inanimate and emotionless snowman.