january:
when he left, he took the whole world with him.
it was clanking behind his car like
a bunch of empty cans

February:
the 8 wonders of the world were
in between the miracle of our bodies breathing together

March:
after him, everything was empty sky.

April:
i tried making my head on your chest feel like home again
all i found was how pain makes craters, and my heart was the moon

May:
i said his name out loud. over and over again, until it brought me to my knees.

June:
you were the one my mother warned me about
the one who will do anything to pull the earth out from underneath me
you always made me feel as if i were falling

July:
we are not supposed to disappear inside of loss or love. someone should have told me that sooner.
this was the month i truly learned what it means to love.

August:
at some point, the paint chips away
and everything is black and white.
you are faced to keep going or to let dying without him **** you
i chose to keep going.

you can’t make a home out of the same building you burned down thinking the welcome mat will still be waiting when you decide to come back
my past love, you can’t make homes out of people
someone should’ve taught you that a long time ago (k.w)