December.

We were different from the very beginning, we met in December, when trees were stripping naked for the earth, asking it for another chance, asking it to love her until they blossom again.

We met in December, when the skies were crying, and my heart for you was dying, dying the way the trees did, and i begged you just the same.

In December when everything usually comes to an ending, we began, and although it was freezing cold in your heart mine was burning with the flames you sat in me, mine was burning calling it love.

I loved you the way the sun loved the moon;burning herself every single day so it could shine. And i loved you the way the stars loved the sky, the way priests loved the church , and the way..the way i wished you had loved me.

We promised a new beginning as the new year came, and i crossed on my heart that for you I’ll never fall.

But I’ve always been a liar when it came to loving you, one glance at your smile, and i fell hard.

I fell so hard and so carelessly forgetting that you’re heart is as cold as the weather in January, forgetting that as soon as the sun comes up I’ll only drown with no solid ground to hold me, with no life jacket to save me.

I fell harder when we first kissed, and i felt heaven and hell at once, burning yet alive rather than ever.

We kissed and kissed til the sun slept and the moon woke up, we kissed til i almost forgot what language my tongue speaks.

In a February cold night, you asked about my favourite colour, and as i said red, you smiled and i thought its yours too, but I’ve always been a fool, I’ve always been a fool and fell for your lies.

In February, when we were sitting in your car, we planned our next meeting, and promised that distance will never tear us apart, and you made an oath that you’ll keep the memory of me smiling locked in your mind, but your promises fell like the leaves, and left with the wind.

In February night, we were sitting in your car and as you hugged me i cried because deep down i knew I’ll never get to hug you ever again.

In February as we said the “see you later” you promised that it will never be a goodbye, and i sensed your lie from miles and miles but my foolish heart refused to believe that you’ll ever pick another, when i stood in front of you and even though my knees weren’t even steady from the the amount of times you’ve let me down, but silly little heart that loved with everything it is, and tried to be what it isn’t thinking that maybe this way you’ll stay..

In February, i sat on my knees and begged you for the first time not to leave, not to break my heart more by loving someone new.

And when march came, you decided that im no good for you, during the night you said you loved me, and in the morning i found you in another’s sheets.

When March came, it brought all of my disappointments and heartbreaks, and your arms they refused to be wrapped around me for they’ve been wrapped around too many waists that they forgot that they once held me

When march came, it brought our goodbye, and in your lap i watched her sitting , and my home she occupied and called it hers, and all of the love I’ve given you i watched you giving to somebody new.

As march ended we called it quiet, and you dyed your hair red, matching with her the way i wished you did with me.

And it leaves me wondering sometimes is this why you smiled when i first told you that my favourite colour is red? You’ve always known how to break me the most.

In April you blamed me for breaking your heart, but what about mine love?