I want the memory of me to taste metallic and cold...

Like blood in your mouth every time you remember the soft kisses we shared in the most beautiful places.

Yes it’s still snowing
But I’m not buried in it
Yes the wind keeps blowing
But I’m still going
Unknowing
Growing
Tiptoeing
Yes it’s snowing
But I’m still glowing

With every push
And every nudge

I land someplace
I never thought I'd get to

It's an arms race
And I'm quickly gaining on you


You were ashamed of me
Cut me out of the blue

Replaced me like I was nothing
I was too trusting

You are disgusting