the month of the end.
you'd probably said it was your beginning,
but what about mine?
school ends and so does our friendship.
but, your forever starts
just as soon as ours never started.
what about me?
do i even matter?
78 days till May.
till the month i release you from
what little grasp i had.
78 days till my heart finally gives up
and till i have to let you go.
like a bird in a cage,
i must set you free.
its what you do to the ones you love,
because if they love you enough,
they'll come back, right?

maybe thats just a saying from a fairy tale
to give people like me hope.