Musings of the Mad

We stand in the snow, in the cold dark. Eyes wet with tears seem to shine in the moonlight. You ask me to come back inside, begging me to warm your bed for the night. I had stopped wondering how many times you asked the same of him, how many times you had told him you cared, how many tears you'd shed until he gave in. You step close enough to feel your warmth, a false hope. My pendant is in your hand, a gift of untrue love. I was weak, nothing. Years of weakness ending in one moment, where I find strength in my pain and fear. A torrent of curses and promises, eyes of emerald, and comfort do nothing to break my stride. In the snow, in the cold night, I'm no longer numb