Frigid

You broke through me...
Pierced through my very heart...

Ah! But knowing men...
And for what they are...

Love is but an illusion...
A woman's fantasy...

I am not of a weak soul...
I take things as they come and go...

I walk away with my head held high...
This fire does not waver against the raging of the storm.

But know I am not made for such whims...
I meant everything I have said...

I carry this with me to the end...

This flame burns still...
But it keeps none of us warm...