Cold

It is freezing cold outside,
but not nearly as cold as your heart. 
You harden yourself against the world and against me. 
Oh how lucky I am to have avoided getting entangled
in the snow banks spun by you
 to trap someone who tried to get close. 
How innocent and naïve I must seem
 to someone like you
and your Machiavellian tendencies. 
You should laugh and not cry
at how I impaled myself
on frozen spears
buried all around you
or stepped on the icicle caltrops
surrounding you where I would step
stuck into the ground to wound the unwary
like lovers like me 
Protect yourself from love all you like,
in the end you will have the love you deserve
as will I have mine.