January,
My name
was on your lips,
and my hips,
were your slave.
February,
I said I loved you,
but I never heard you say it back.
March,
We became strangers,
much quicker,
than we became lovers.
April,
Your face,
never left my mind,
but mine,
never crossed yours once.
May,
You found someone else,
I swore I'd never,
talk to you again.
June,
I never thought of you once,
and my wall was rebuilt,
higher than ever.
July,
Multiple assualts,
made upon my wall,
but it didn't crack once.
August,
I learned what truth is,
and sometimes,
truth can be harsh.
September,
I took a stroll,
down nostalgia lane,
and my liquor,
tasted of you.
October,
I met someone else,
and I thought of you.
November,
Just like everything can be broken,
everything can be fixed.
December,
I learned that in order to get to my destination,
I must scrape my knees and elbows,
along the way.
