January:
We vowed to spend this new year together.
You kissed me at midnight
And drove away in your Mustang.
February:
Both of our birthdays are this month.
Yours the seventh,
Mine the nineteenth.
Your birthday comes,
And I bake you cupcakes.
They're decorated like Spider-Man.
Your favorite.
Valentine's day comes;
I give you a sock monkey,
And my heart.
The nineteenth comes.
You surprise me with a three foot tall Darth Vader doll.
March:
I asked you to go to a concert with me.
April:
Prom.
You had to work.
I went anyway.
We had a date afterwards,
Or so I thought.
You didn't show up,
I cried myself to sleep.
May:
You graduate,
I don't go.
You said it's okay,
But I don't believe you.
I told you I loved you;
You haven't said it back.
June third:
We break up.
Six months ago:
I was everything.
Six months ago:
I met you;
We were everything.
Six weeks ago:
We were everything.
Six weeks ago:
You decided you didn't want me anymore.
You decided that work was more important than I was.
You lead me on for over a month.
Six days ago:
You started acting differently.
You dodged my kisses like I hold the bubonic plague between my lips.
You refuse to hold me, but swear everything is fine.
Six days ago:
You said your car broke down.
You said you couldn't come by this week because your "car broke down".
You live less than half a mile away, but your car. broke. down.
Six hours ago:
I saw you for the first time since we broke up.
I saw you talk to other girls in front of me as if I hadn't existed.
Six hours ago:
I asked you to take me home.
I can't deal with this anymore.
You're happier without me,
And me?
I'm living in hell.
Six hours ago:
You asked me if something was wrong and I responded that everything was fine.
Maybe if I told you this, I'd believe it to.
I'd believe like the butterflies in my stomach hadn't died and sunk into the pits of my soul. I'd pretend like I hadn't lost the one person I thought cared.
Six minutes ago:
You asked me why I hadn't been talking to you lately. I told you about my poetry.
Six minutes ago:
You asked me if you could read my writing.
Six minutes ago:
Of course I said no.