Ice Blue

Ice Blue, You

I mistook the icy blue of your eyes as,

A glacier lake,

A cleansing,

Myself, renewed in you.

I mistook the pull towards them.

How could something, someone,

So captivating,

So raw,

Be untrue?

I do not regret leaning into the gravity,

Vulnerability, newly my companion.

Nor do I regret the trust I lost in you,

As it was placed directly back into my own hands.

As I recognized,

Your ice blue eyes,

As reminiscent of my old soul, 

Cold, Barren.

No wonder you felt like home.

No wonder I began to burn in a way I never have before.

You proved true, 

To be a cleansing,

Though through fire, not ice.

As I let the remnants of myself, those of which we share possession, burn,

Cutting you cleanly from my life.

Holding tightly to the spine of the beast that is my intuition,

Filling my lungs with her taste,

Waiting to see,

Where shall we go next?