I saw your face the other day. It stared at me for a while,
studying my cold expression.
Like a bullet in the head, I remembered all you said to me in those final hours.
Acid words burnt my heart. I have the scars to prove it.
Like a tattooist you fashioned your name into my arm.
Carving every letter into my skin like a bleeding ice sculpture.
I tried to numb you with pills and whiskey but nothing can kill the pain.
In a drunken stupor, I recalled how you brought me away from the brink of death.
You enticed me with clever hands and fiery promises.
They soon melted on your lips.
You were icy to the touch and frozen in time,when a single moment could last forever.
You transformed into a living ice sculpture.
Your greatest masterpiece.
My downfall proved to be your sweet escape.
Free from my mortal hands, you spread your wings and flew away,
but I taught you how to fly.
Don't thank me. I knew it was your desire to leave me broken.
I will always remember that fateful summer
before everything turned cold for me.
Promises of a new yesterday, where my mistakes are undone
still burn brightly in my heart when nothing else does.
I was a child afterall.
How could I have known that the snow would come so thick and fast?
The complete absence of colour.
Keeping me pure, when no one else can.
