Lonely Heartless

Frost
seeks mature, responsible wood for one-sided relationship.

For my part I will wantonly
spew cold bile,

force your happy dampness against you,
break ground,

bruise, hurt, stiffen and shock
everything living, dead, inert, ethereal.

Look out --
I'll crap all over you.

With no craft, no guile, the blanket approach
is more my style. Call me Starbucks.

If it's any consolation, I have no favourites.
I have no friends either.

No dependents. It's not easy,
But you only get one type of frost, and it's hard.

Yes, no malice intended you understand,
it's just that I don't care.

I can't help the way I am. But.
You see,

Nevertheless
it would be cool if you liked me.