I haven't been on this sight in a while, and just starting to get back on it, I read your poem. Phenomenal, though the sensation you describe are far from as delightful. You capture the cold of heartache so well that it startles me almost, as I can relate every word you choose to my own most wretched experiences. This is personal about your own life, but een the most personal aspects are things anyone can relate to. "You gave me a pair of batter wings and (unworthy?) I burned them." The metaphor of flight and angelic joy is one every lover is familar with, and the same image, of Lucifer or of Icarus plummeting from heaven toward damnation, mangled wings ablaze and flightless--that is the image of heartache: plummeting from heaven toward hell like a fallen angel. And to return to the diction and format of the line, "(unworthy?)" you so expertly put in parentheses with a question mark, to show the hidden doubt that is all but overwhelmed by the larger emotions in that thought. But it is there, subtle and in shadow, but prominent nonetheless, as prominent as any doubt one would have of love or commitment, or promises now broken. This truly is a fine work! I commend you, with full respect and empathy, not only for the poem, but it's context.
-Immortal Nyght

Wow. Amazing dahling.