Fajilan, Anjannette Rose B.
BS Psychology 3E
The Wildfire and the Frostbite
I IV
You came to me softly,
Like the snow falling from
the sky.
You leaned closer and
kissed my nose,
Like how a snowflake press
its lips on the ground.
II
You were as pure as white,
And your heart is as delicate
as a pillow.
While I ignite like a
firework,
And my words burn like
fire.
III
Whatever we had, we
wanted it to last,
But I was fire and you were
frost,
I couldn’t even touch you,
For you will melt and
dissolve.
Everytime I try to come to
you,
Your body begins to break,
And I stood there scared
and shaking
For I might drown in the
cold and dark waters.
V hurts,
My heart became so full of
you,
That my heart almost
stopped beating,
Because it started freezing
And making it skip a beat.
VI
The frost began to take
over me
Creating frostbites and
bruises on my body
An act of love that is bitter
and painful.
Dangerous, deadly.
VII
Maybe I forgot that I was
the ember,
That starts everything on
fire everytime I touch
something.
Maybe I forgot that fire and
ice
And fire and water will only
end up killing each other.
VIII
But even if we know that it
We still wanted to feel each
other’s touch,
Because this is all we know
how to do
This is all that we feel.
IX
This one, is not any other
story
For this is a tale
Of a fire so hot, it kills
And ice so cold, it burns.