Withered and Broken

I see how everything around me becomes ice, crystalline and thick, like the reflection that makes me numb.

This forest is no longer the one that decorated my dreams, but the one that tears apart the ephemeral peace in which I was with the pointed branches of the dead trees.

Something cracks and I can feel my voice disappearing. Why can't I scream? Why is your voice the only one that clings to my head?

My legs do not respond to my orders, they fall in front of this transparent wall that traps me inside this dangerous silence, my reflection is the only person that accompanies me in this prison where you locked me up.

I don't understand what I did wrong, I do not understand why the flowers withered under my feet and why the sun hid when I looked into his eyes.

Maybe it was you.

Your dark presence captivated me. So much that I completely forgot who I was, focused more on what I would be with you, without realizing that I would not be more than a desperate madman in search of heat in order to melt this ice in which my head is hidden.

Everything became worse when your soul surrounded mine, you made that whole wall grow bigger, leaving me alone, leaving me in the undergrowth.

Have I lost myself or have I gained you?

In this war there is no winner, if not two losers faced to achieve the same goal that is presented as a mirage of our deepest desires, the sharpest weapon and the most recommended remedy: Love

K.M.