February - Xerxes

February forgot me

And I swore, myself

I wouldn’t give my conscience

The chance to look back

But if you’re asking me now:

I’d rather see you as the ice in my veins

So I could watch you until you disappeared

If you were standing by me as I walked away

You could have kept me if you wanted me here

But at least I’m making strides where the trail is cold

My hands curled fast around the warmth I hold

Sometimes its like a brick behind my throat

Now its the heat from her skin, beneath her clothes