Your favorite coffee cup still sits on the counter untouched.

Person one
We thought we were in love,
and you made plans for our future,
and I put up with all your faults,
as you put up with mine.
but then it all started to fall apart,
and you wouldn't tell me what was wrong,
and I started to hate you for the way you made me feel.
I felt I was doing something wrong,
or maybe it was just you,
was I abusive in the way I treated you?
should I find someone new?
And as I told you it was over,
you were expressionless, you didn’t seem to care,
and I was angry cause I wondered if love was ever there,
we had been so happy,
and life was okay.
then after November,
everything changed.
Person Two
I loved you with all my heart,
and I think you loved me to,
there were no fights between us,
and our love was bright and new,
you were so perfect,
and you still are I guess,
but then that November,
my heart was torn from my chest.
I was waiting to see you,
and I was so happy that whole time,
and even now some part of me wishes you were still mine.
cause that night when you spoke to me,
you said it had to end,
and I was in tears and sobbing,
but you said it was for the best,
and I accepted you didn't love me,
and I supported you wanting someone else,
because though I still loved you,
and you had loved me,
after November,
everything changed.
Person One
Now your a point of anxiety,
not to be mentioned, because it hurts so.
I may have hurt you, but you hurt me to,
and you still don't seem to want to know.
its like your a cloud, a fog in my past,
blurring the good memories and bad,
and we had been happy,
then November came,
and it was all torn apart,
now everything has changed.
Person Two*
I still speak with you,
and I still love you so,
I would still die for you, if the moment came.
though you have someone else,
and I want to know them too,
because my love has changed from how it once was.
you broke my heart,
but our friendship healed it.
and I don't quite trust love,
but I know I love you.
and though I wouldn’t come back to you,
you're still dear to my heart,
and our memory’s will always be cherished.
cause we were in love,
and though we may grow apart,
November came,
and not everything changed.

Fleeting November clouds-
stained with red wine,
fill the sky like one-hundred
crystal glasses,
finally spilling onto the white cloth-
of the Earth's winter table.

June will kiss you and tell you that you’re beautiful,
July will ******* senseless and leave you with a bleeding heart,
August will try to put your broken pieces back together only to get cut and leave you still broken,
September will bruise you and ask you why you’re still crying on the floor,
January  will snap  you in half and  later kiss your scars but only ends up cutting you deeper,
February will be an ocean of self destruction, washing over you and gently cradling you in it’s arms,
March is broken records all over your apartment floor and driving to the liquor store at 4 am,
April is blood in the sink, crying yourself to sleep, shaky hands and breaking down every time you hear his name,
May is a storm forming in your eyes when you realize that you need to save yourself and when you stopped loving yourself, they stopped loving you too, when they tell you that wounds will heal, you know that you’re never going to forget.
All you wanted was to hear the words ‘i’m never going to leave you’

Little Girl Lost said “I spy a full moon”
Yet her wild eyed companion didst flicker, and croon:
"Strange love, I think not, you’re mistaken I fear
Wait two, three days more, you may know ‘f’it was here.”

But she rolled back her eyes, and laughed into the night
Lifting feet from the platform as wind’s teeth did bite
And baring her own, turned back to her friend
'Fore the train thundered forwards to meet a new end.

They found a new platform, were fresh faced and fierce
Running forth to the crowd that was there every year
And just as the flames crept to lick at their jaws
Fell back to the platform they’d stood on before.

They are devilish; pure; a frightening thing
They are mornings of Autumn and evenings of Spring
But now things are better, she wills him: remember,
It wasn’t so awful, that fifth of November.

When the glass falls
from your fingertips
And you know you
won't be fast enough
to catch it
And you cringe,
waiting for the loud
sound of such a
fragile material,
bumping heads
with the solid ground,
to echo in your
ears.
That is what
helplessness
feels like.
(And though the
fall takes only a
second,
the wait is
so much
longer.)

Without a care
She told him of
Her hopes, her dreams
Her plans for
Her future
'There is no we
In me.'
Slowly he realized
That in the end
Everything he'd
Built up
Was absolutely
Pointless.
'There is
No we
In
Me.'

Its November 26 and my mom still hasn't noticed the empty bottles of Tylenol and Ibuprofen under my bed. Those pretty much became the end to hunger pains when I stopped eating. Its not that I don't like my body, I don't really have a way to excuse myself for fasting at all. I guess eating just became another thing I was disgusted with.
Its November 26, in 28 months my dad will be out of prison. I wonder where we will go then.
Its November 26, no one can say they love me without a "but" or apology following it. I guess nothing changes, so ill just change myself.
Its November 26 and I've given up on cutting and moved onto bigger and better things. Why hurt myself when I can down a bottle and avoid scarring? Works for me.