Amidst the heavy fog
Over the thin air up here
It was unbearable
With frostbite crawling up my spine
I suffocated my way through
To save something
That I so desperately wanted to hold close
But
To save myself
Permanently letting you go
Never looking back
Was my best solution
...
Felt like the snow was up to my lungs
At first
The pain that came with the pleasure
Was a drug
Not the kind of joy you can look back on without a stream of tears
Gnawing at your skin
It was the second chance I gave
Hopelessly chasing after some sort of light in this blizzard
Was my own mistake
...
I should have stayed away
I should have stayed home where I had a fireplace
I guess a part of me wanted to step out
Since this safety was pure solace
The blizzard looked more appealing than the fireplace at the time
Oh how we take things for granted
Oh what a shame
~second chances are for people who deserve them. Worth more than gold I tell you, giving them access to stab you again, it costs your sanity and well-being.
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