Not today,
Nor tomorrow,
Even the day after.
I long to know if what I feel
Is real.
To see if I could make it through
A month or two without seeing you.
But it's only been a day
And I'm already in pieces
Just wondering how your day went.

The thing I like most about November,
It's that it's easier to let go than to remember.

But if I've learned anything from October,
It's that even relentless things can be over.

And if I know anything about September,
It's that love is an ever burning ember.

Or if I know anything about August,
It's that your eyes are flawless.

Yet if I know a thing or two about July,
It's that true love never dies.

And if I know about June,
It's that things can never start up too soon.

If there's anything I know of May,
It's that the cruel shall perish and pay.

If I know of April,
It's that people can grow to be hateful.

If there were something I knew of March,
It's that death's scythe claims a cruel arch.

But if I know of February,
It's that frost kisses my heart like butterflies kiss fairies.

And if I know a thing or two about January,
It's that I fear no fire, and that should make you wary.

And I know anything at all about December,
It's that the smallest memory will make your heart dismembered.

Though what I love most about November,
It's that I'm so glad you remember.

And whether you be near to me,
Or far is where you have to be,
I am here to stay,
Because even if there's a thousand miles between us,
I'm looking your way.

I let you out tomorrow and I'm feeling it today
the loss is overwhelming but I know I'll be okay
The person I was growing would've suffered more than lived
so rather than be broken be responsible for this
Another day is coming and it may not be the last
you have to be prepared to face the choices of your past
Allow them to define you like a punch unto the gut
Or watch the way they move you on your way to giving up
I need a sponge to soak up all the blood I've lost and spilled
The seventh month surrenders, I am sorry I have killed

The date that marks another month
came and went before I had a chance
to dwell on it.

You're already fading,
already disappearing
from my mind.

One day you will fade away completely,
only a memory
and no longer a heartache.

Well darling I wish you would stay,
please never stop haunting me
in this bittersweet way.

Because I'd rather have this heartache
than let you fade away and
become nothing but a shadowed memory.

January; a fresh start.
The time of year where I can feel clean again.
Like I was just tossed from the washer, into the dryer and set to tumble.
February; A cold descend. Eyelashes coated in snowflakes, and darkness comes at 4 o’clock.
March; An empty month.
The days drag by and you follow routine.
April; a month filled with teardrops falling from the sky,
And you stomp in puddles trying to find a reason as to why you feel this way.
May; flowers you thought were dead begin to bloom in your head again.
His smile has brightened your mind.
Providing sunshine and water for nurturing.
June; watermelon juice dribbling down your chin,
And a grin so wide, my cheeks hurt.
July; you told me you loved me and I swear there were fireworks in my chest.
August; starry nights, but those stars can’t provide the amount of light that you need to get better.
September; crisp wind and edgy tones.
Claw marks become present on your skin from trying so hard not to let go.
October; the leaves fall slowly, reminding me of February's downfall,
I didn’t think I’d get bad again.
November; a warm month, surrounded by family.
December; a bittersweet ending. A love put to rest.

There is violence
In this silence
In the words that you don't speak

Accusation
In excommunication
That lasts for months and weeks

I've been lost in time
these last few months -
with clocks that won't tock
and days that won't stop.
And I was happy.
Or maybe a little too comfortable.
It's all the same -
because the sun won't always shine
and you can't stop the rain.
But time will always find you
and I'm here now.
So where are you?
Are you hiding too?
Running from the monotonous chime -
the one that dictates your waking
and your slumber -
your not so silent slumber.
Trapped within the walls of time,
is this living?
Or is this death?
It doesn't matter,
the trees will still grow
either way.
And I'm here now -
I wear bells now -
to throw that monotonous chime
out of time.
So where are you?
Do you wear bells too?
I don't weep -
no, I don't cry.
Because tears don't harmonise
with the monotonous chime.