21 August 2012
Daughter of Winter, You broke his heart, His of fire and Summer, Yours of ice, He could not see it. Now your turning his too.
Love, kindness and passion is what he needs, Something from you he will never receive. You twist his feelings in to something dark and cold, Turning him in to someone he is not.
You claim he never cares, But one text from you and he's there. Just stop this horrid charade, Even if you don't care. For both this isn't going to end well...
He see's you with other men, But in his head he blames you not, Instead asking us all what he's doing wrong! Shadows on his face, As sleepless nights grow, We beg him to leave and not go back to you.
He does not listen, And his neediness and obsession for you grows. We see him less and less as time goes, Each time he becomes more ice. His fire diminishing becoming mere ashes of himself instead.
Till one day, He snapped. The ice inside of him cracked, Darkness seeped through his head. What was kindness now is dead. Twisted sickness is ripely rotten instead.
So when you ice cold bitch came home from another lover, You were greeted with your creation. A creature of violence, jealousy and hatred.
Now Winter girl you are dead. Too late to repent for your mistakes. Poor Summer boy did hang himself after this. He could not live with the guilt, and the sickness you created inside of him.
©minxyMolly
When Summer Met Winter! • Opuss № I