My chest is physically hurting.
But I haven’t cried.
I've yet to shed a tear, yet my eyes just want to flood.
She’s all he talks about.
And he barely even looks at me anymore.
I've never liked someone so much,
And now my heart is being torn.
How do I heel from this?
How can I keep him out?
How can I stop this hurting in my chest
And learn to live without?
What has he done to me?
I knew opening up was wrong.
He fed me lies and words I needed.
But never meant a single one.
He sat there, watching, amused by the convincing.
Flirting everyday, texting non-stop.
Making me believe that it was I that he had wanted.
But I wasn't
And I learned too late.
That I was just a conquest.
Another life to shake.

August brought the chilly weather
And the buds of blooming leaves
But you brought the tears to my eyes
And the knowledge that I wasn’t free

December brings snow-covered grounds
And the perfect weather for cuddling
But you brought your hands and that sadistic grin
And made it the perfect weather for smuggling

April brings the shining sun
With flowers popping up from the ground
But with you, came the gray skies
And all hope of being saved was profound

July brought the sun
And the heat with it too
But you brought the insecurities
And the feelings that I wouldn't ‘do’

July said ‘Goodbye’ and moved into August
Giving me hope anew
And with their farewells, just like the seasons,
I said goodbye too.