I, Frostfyr

I, Frostfyr Shaun Welsh

You froze my Fire,

Stopped me from burning,

You made me into the thing

I have always been-

You made me Frostfyr,

Filled with a hatred seething;

And an icicle gaze.

We had better days,

Until you hurt me,

You would be amazed about how I truly feel,

But what’s the point in feeling for you,

If all I feel now is nothing but hate,

Misery filled with tears; and

The cold feeling of crimson drying on flesh.

From the beginning I had these fears,

That all my effort would mean nothing to you.

I loved you with zeal,

And now I have wounds that won’t heal.

I’ve always called myself Frostfyr,

And over the years I’ve never been much of a crier,

But you made me into what I am now,

All because all my effort didn’t even get me a date,

I tried hard, I burned for you,

I suppose I still do,

Looking within me I can feel the burning,

But now my burning is a loving hatred,

Hoping you pay for what you did,

It may sound cold,

Maybe it sounds callous,

But my feelings have already been told,

I wish you… you turned the we into us,

And I hope in the end,

You get hurt, and cry on the shoulder,

Of the one who would have called you,

Boyfriend.

You would have been my first,

It would have meant everything to me,

I feel like I am cursed,

I just wish you could see,

See how much you mean to me.