My heart was a steel wall,

Nothing ever penetrated its solid exterior.

Then you came along on your noble steed,

Swept me off my feeble feet,

And somehow managed to love me,

Or at least what seemed like love, what you called love.

And in the midst of you,

The midst of the tiny slit of light that was finally filtering through my life,

My heart became soft, weak, vulnerable.

It even did the impossible,

Something that no heart with so many years of pain and hate has ever done - it loved back.

And then, without warning,

You turned around and broke it with a few words,

Not the gun or sword that I imagined would corner me into my final breath.

My once icy heart has become a pool of watery blood,

Melted completely and incapable of loving ever again.