It's been a year but my heart is still
as thirsty as it was the day you left.
it's funny how 365 days ago I let go of
your sweet cologne and your promises of forever,
365 days ago, she hung on your lips
and tasted like lies and outdated kisses.
365 days since you became an 'it' and
I became a mistake
365 days of nostalgia and empty bottles of whiskey.
Sometimes I wonder if it was really me who moved on
or if it was you.
The secrets to lying do not form
under your nose, but in the others around you.
You asked me if I had moved on and
I said yes.
I Lied.