THE WAY SHE SHOWS HER TEETH

5. "Massacre on ice."

Did she even know,
how long it took for me to
grow this layer of ice
ontop of my deep sea of emotions?
it took years.
it was torture
to conceal my wild waters of feeling-things-too-deeply.

And now she was beautifully skating ontop of my ice-cold wall,
without a care in the world,
without a care for me.
she was talented,
skilled,
breathtaking,
the way she slowly but surely
made my ice weaker.

Ugly cracks started to form
the more she spun around and
fearlessly jumped up,
sharp blades stuck to her boots.
The cracks growing bigger with
every smile
every wink
and every look
she threw my way, oh, so effordlessly
taking breaths from me that were suppost to mine to begin with.

i knew what could happen,
scratch that.
i had an idea of what could happen,
when the ice would finally give in
and fully break.
My emotional waters would be set free,
swallowing up anyone that stood close enough.
they grew cold and lonely and greedy
under the layers of ice i have been growing all this time.
she would drown in seconds,
loose herself in the brutal deepness of my sea.

she would never survive my obsessive, possesive, scarred, terrifying, suffocating feelings.
she would never survive
me,
but did she even know that?