Learning the Cold

You taught me how to hurt like this. Every lesson carved in deep.

Now I'm studying the way you move. Learning every place you're weak.

I don't recognize this version. Standing in my skin tonight. But you made

her with your hands. And she remembers everything. I could forgive.

I could let go. But something colder starts to grow. This is what

you wanted, isn't it? Pushed until I broke, now watch me

bend into something sharp. Something you can't hold. You wanted fire.

I'm giving you the cold. The cold. The cold. Cold.