Appalachia

Put my best foot forward
and I'm never fucking coming back here
Don't care if I freeze to death
or altogether
disappear,
the mountains are calling me
like old phone calls
every night,
and thats fine
if my blood
turns to ice
For the rest of my life
I don't want it to warm up.
I'm starting to like this.
I don't want it to work out,
I'm starting to like
the coldness
Heaven knows
that we're all going to regret
every choice we've ever made
Because hindsight is looking back and saying
"it could have worked better
if things
just went this way"
But you and I both know you look back
Because you can't see
two feet in front of your
stupid face
And this isn't you,
and it hasn't been.
God knows
that the snows gonna be
Well over six feet deep
For the rest of the winters
you have
under
your heavy, dragging feet.