Ice

It's cold where I am. I'm floating on an iceberg. I'm slipping, clawing with my might to hold on, but the ice freezes my grip and my slipping escalates with every ounce of effort. I miss the warmth. At times i feel it. Within my gut, my heart, my lungs, my blood. It's what prevents me from hitting the below freezing water. But, my skin, my breath, my hands... they're so cold. You came back. And you left again. Both of you. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND! I'm holding on with my finger tips. I'm so cold. Have you no consideration? No respect? I don't want either of you. I'm sick of both of you. I'm happy without you. I don't want to be however. I miss the way things were before... But, they'll never be the same. Ever. Ouch.. that hurt. Just drown me already.