it's January.
my heart is cold
the only thing keeping me warm
are the stories you told.
it's March.
the flowers are growing on me
and the source of my happiness
is the sunshine you have been.
it's May.
the heat is now blazing fire
you told me you loved me
but there's something else you desire.
it's August.
I have turned eighteen
yet your memories are littered
and I'm waiting to be clean.
it's October.
the rain has gone away
and i think, just like you
it didn't stay
it's December.
and I want to start anew
but how can I
when I still love you?
YOU ARE READING
cross my heart | poems
Poetry🏅featured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list ❝My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I am not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the greatest challenge; to b...
