Another day.
Another week.
Another month.
Another year.
I fear the speed of time.
I fear that as the days blur into weeks, and the weeks blur into months and the months into years… that I will lose all knowledge of who I am, and why I am here.
Time doesn’t stop.
Time doesn’t slow.
It just continues on.
Time continues on with no care.
Time doesn’t see who it hurts and who it leaves behind.
Time just simply fades from days,
to weeks,
to months,
and to years.
I fear Time, but not because of its power, no, but because of its speed, and it’s carelessness.
Everything that Time touches withers away.
Every movement it makes is reckless.
Time is not graceful.
Time is not kind.
Time is a vengeful, and angry God.
Time does not care or love.
Time continues on.
I fear that before I know it, Time will take me.
Can you here the ticking of the clock?
Can you feel the breeze as Time rushes past you, pushing you further away from what you once knew?
Days turn into weeks.
Weeks into months,
And months into years.
This is everything I fear.

You used to say my eyes were beautiful right before
splitting me open, groin to gullet.

(Do you still think I’m pretty, baby? Don’t you wanna tell me how
sober I look? Don’t you miss my mouth?)

Eyes wide shut, I watched April disappear in a
blur of bite-sized catatonia.

(Tell me how good I feel. Don’t you miss my blood
on your sheets? Pin my arms back, baby, just for old time’s sake.)

The last time I saw you, you avoided my gaze.
I was lucid for that much.

(Oh, I know you can’t help yourself, baby.)

Tell me again how beautiful my eyes are, love.
We both know how much I like it rough.

I, no more
count years
in new year's eve,
I, count years
in birthdays,
your birthdays.
Not speaking for months,
then,
a happy birthday
and a new roller coaster
begins

The cold hands of January
grasp at February’s promise,
the warmth of March
always just out of reach.

You rub my shoulders,
kiss away the ache
as April continues her rain
over gentle, submissive May.

We sing the song of the whippoorwill,
its haunting anthem spilling
out across the valley floor
when June gives in to July

and August crowns the summer sky.
September will leave
when the colors bleed,
October betrayed by the coming frost.

What will you do
when November comes,
when ice and pain
move in to claim my breath?

Comfort me.
Smile with me.
Lie to me.
Tell me there is no December.

Day and night
Night and day
Keep on going
It's just been two days

Count in weeks.
Why not months ?
Because it's been long....
Since we last talked

Winter’s early months,
Carries a solemn sound,
Paired bitter fragrance,
Filled the vacant soul,
Think soley of biting frosts.

Winter’s middle months,
Assemble a bird’s tune,
Matching candied scents,
Known of lining mind,
Broods of woeful age.

Winter’s late months,
Carts a vivid air,
Coupled **** savored,
Divines the untold echo,
Fashions a taper edge.

Thank you January.
For starting a new year for me, because I realize how much mistakes I make in 365 days.
How many times I needed to be held accountable, but it’s okay.
Because a new year starts.

Oh February.
You make me realize how lonely I am.
All the love, flowers, and chocolates makes me sick to my stomach.
But even being filled with jealousy and envy.
It won’t come out.

Here comes March.
Oh how lovely you are.
The month that falls in with my aunts birthday, which is followed up with my moms the next day.
It went from a nine to a ten.
It makes me miss you, aunt.
But a new season comes.
Spring comes.

Oh how funny you are April.
You make so much jokes in the morning that are just so long over dew.
Although you make me laugh, the sky seems to cry with me as the raining season is over us.

May.
May the month go by quickly so summer vacation can start.
The month to celebrate four my dads birthday.
But I also can’t wait for the sun to glisten on my face and witness me bloom.
Oops, I mean everything bloom, but you know what I mean.
Hot girl summer right?

Here comes June.
You, June, the true sweet feeling of summer.
The dreadful humidity that hits us in broad day light,
But the one with the most beautiful sunsets and starry nights.
The days that will last forever in our hearts, but fly by like a rollercoaster.

Next up, July.
You make the colors pop in the sky as I watch them oh so carefully.
I wished you were right next to me.
As for time, please stop so slightly so I would be able to gazed up at you to capture this moment for the rest of my life.
Still, I somehow mix you up with June.
I wish it was June.
Don’t be offended though, because I’d still like one more month to spend doing nothing.

Well, well, well. If it isn’t August that decided to show up.
The month that makes everything start up again.
The end of summer. The end of my unforgettable summer.
Oh you disgust me.
Now I finally have to be productive again.

September.
You remind me of this September love song.
Despite the fact that I’ve never had a lover in September.
But I wouldn’t mind giving it a try.
Plus I get cold easily, so it’s an excuse to take your hoodie.

Spooky season. It’s October at your service, you said.
But your service isn’t welcomed.
Scary? I don’t do, but yet you’ll find me watching any horror movie.
It’s also the time of year where I can dress up to be everything that I’m not.

My everything November.
My birth month.
The month everyone’s life got better the moment I was born.
You are my favorite month, because you give me an excuse to be around my loved ones.

The jolly December has arrived.
Through the snow and cold, you can still feel our warmth and spirit.
You truly are something, December.
Yet December reminds me of you auntie, I miss you.
And you will continue to be apart of December for as long as I’m alive.

Forever, I am happy.
Because a new year will start again.
And again, I’ll be around the people I love and who loves me.

I met you in September
When the leaves were just tempted to change
I met you in September
When the earth felt like autumn in the rain
I met you in September
3 months shy of my birthday
I met you in September
apart from headache or drama
I met you in September
listening to Frank, Kendrick and Lana.

I met you in September
and so I say it clear
I only met you in September
because it's my favourite month of the year.