I'll be here.

I thought my heart had finally frozen over, too thick to be shattered by inconsequential remarks. But before I thought my heart had turned cold, I thought that it could only possibly feel these things for you and now whenever you speak I know it’s still true. To everyone else I can shut down. I can turn off the switch that would let them in. My heart feels hard in my chest, like no one will be able to warm it again. It hurts that much more when I realize you can still hurt me. Instead of melting my heart of ice you chip away at it. It doesn’t bring me warmth. It forces me to hold close what’s left. I can’t hold it any closer and I don’t know how to make it any colder.