• take one last look at me,
    now turn around,
    let go of my hand,
    feel the icy cold air,
    when i breathe in,
    it feels like the coldest water freezing inside of me,
    my hands are numb,
    warm tears fall from my eyes,
    and i feel like I'm on the other side,
    of a scratched up frozen door,
    smeared black ink,
    now your palms are sweaty,
    and I'm barely listening,
    I'm staring at the asphalt wondering,
    whats buried underneath,
    so by now you know,
    how to let go,
    of me.