You make me cold as ice

And I can't stop that edge of yours

From cutting me down

That knife edge of yours

Cold as snow on my eyes

All we had was a little gold line to tie us

And you cut it.

And after this, this

War of attrition when you break me

And poison me

Demonize me

You waited until you had the blood you needed

Then you poured it on the ground

And you cut that little gold line

You cut it with an edge like ice on my throat

It burns and draws lines of fire on my heart that sear the page I write them on

So you say I saw it coming

And maybe I did

But that doesn't change that last stroke

That last ending shard that still stabs and freezes now

It used to be that loving you was like painting my world over so that it matched your eyes

But now it's like throwing a balloon

Into a room of needles

And being pierced by points as chilly as snowfall

That draw golden lines on my heart

While an edge lovely as the aurora in my sky that was you

Draws that last

Lonesome

Drop.