His Words

His words: "You're a drug. An addiction" My words: "How is this so? I'm not something you've experienced." His words: "Your love." I walk away at the sound of this lie. You see, my love is something he has not received. I have none to give. For my heart is frozen and black. His words: "So sweet. A rare delicacy you are." My words: "How would you know? I have not given you a taste." His words: "Your kiss." I lick my lips, as my heart begins to race. My words: "But that is not something you have had." His words: "But I dream of it." "You are there with a heart as cold as ice. And I am here, Warm with delight every time I see you" Those were his words.... ...And my heart melts