Cold

I'm not your source for entertainment.

I'm not your doll to dress and do as you please. 

I'm not your fictional character, twisting in impossible shapes for your amusement. 

I'm not your toy to break and leave behind. 

I am not an antique for your memorabilia.

I was the one that pushed you to become better. 

I was the one that stayed to comfort you while others turned away. 

I cared for you when you were poor in health. 

I didn't run for miles, I ran yards for you. 

And if I was as naive as I was back then to now, I'd do it all again at your call. 

I can't. I won't . I refuse to be the cave you sleep in for cover from the rain. 

If I'm cold, it's only for you. 

I want you to always remember how I flourished the moment I freed myself from you. 

I've given you every piece of me and now I'm taking it all back. 

Had I known what I truly meant to you from the beginning, I never would have built such a world between us. 

While I crafted something wonderful, you stayed under the shade. 

When I called for help, you barely did much then. 

Now that I know what I know now, I don't need you like I first believed. 

I was so scared to walk on my own that I came dependent on you and the second I did, it marked the very moment I was no longer my own person. 

I designed my own destruction but beneath this rubble is something worth more than you could ever understand.

So thank you for making me "so cold". 

I've got plenty warmth to give and you will freeze from your own hands.