Queen

Your touch is like ice on my frosty skin.
I'm immune to your warm fingers of questioning.
If you ever loved this sorry heart, then love it no more.
I can't and won't return the favor of adoration.
The efforts you spend on me are for naught.
My heart is forever and always preoccupied.
An empty vault, full of sweet nothingness.
If it's a fairytale you want, look no further.
I'm not a princess, but rather, a queen.
And a queen doesn't need a knight in shining armor.

(NaPoWriMo 16)