I remember the way
the ice looked
on your street that night.
The dullness
of poorly lit Christmas lights
paired with too much Seagrams 7
made the ice shine just enough to see it sparkle.
Just enough to convince you to stay.
Just enough
it convinced me to stay
in the home I couldn't seem to escape
with the monster I somehow
loved.
The monster who didn't
love me
In that cold house
On that icy street.
I remember the way
the ice looked
In your eyes
When I told you goodbye
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
I remember the way
the ice looked
on your street that night.
The dullness
of poorly lit Christmas lights
paired with too much Seagrams 7
made the ice shine just enough to see it sparkle.
Just enough to convince you to stay.
Just enough
it convinced me to stay
in the home I couldn't seem to escape
with the monster I somehow
loved.
The monster who didn't
love me
In that cold house
On that icy street.
I remember the way
the ice looked
In your eyes
When I told you goodbye
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