Shine her way...

She was cold to the bone...cut from black ice.

A figurative Dark Cupid...

So detached from the world,

This girl perceived all the love she saw all around her as stupid...

She never cared to dream, she'd always been lucid...

Confusing reality with fake...misconstrued it...

And...

She sought to snuff it out,

She didn't give a fuck

What they felt...

She'd rather tough it out

And stack their frozen hearts

In the tiniest jars

On her shelf...

On herself.

She'd blame all the little heartbreaks on herself...

She'd fallen too far

To escape the dark

Encased her own heart in dark ice that won't melt...

And with every day

And in every way

She would duck and dodge feelings

And keep them at bay...

She would never admit 

To a word that you'd say

And accountability would never shine her way...

She was cut from the Norther-most ice

She was different...

Rude and ever uncouth and belligerent

Her views and opinions on love were indignant.

So far from romantic, her heart was malignant...

But every year 

On Saint Valentine's Day...

She would strap on her bow

She would be on her way...

She would find the quaint lovers 

And get in their way.

She would locate the lonely 

And tempt them to play.

She would rally the harlots 

And set them to task

Giving each one a silver

To display their ass.

What a way to bait loyal men,

Lead them astray.

What a way to spawn jealousy,

Twisted wordplay.

She was cold to the bone...cut from black ice.

A figurative Dark Cupid...

So detached from the world,

This girl perceived all the love she saw all around her as stupid...

She never cared to dream, she'd always been lucid...

Confusing reality with fake...misconstrued it...