Seasons
August brought shouting, crying, and shoving each other into hurtful words. Why?
"Because I love you."
October brought screaming, cursing, and biting my tounge to avoid angering you. Why?
"Because I love you."
November brought shrieking, bawling, and bleeding each other out of all hope. WHY?
"Because I love you."
December was full of ignominous feeling and wishing i could become anonymous.
"You can wail all you want, it's still not my fault."
"You can pack all you want, we both know you're staying."
"I say this becuase I love you."
Call it a perfect storm all you want, all i know is that this love hurts more than it should.
"You know that I love you." No, i don't anymore.
Call me a piece of work but we both know that means you think i'm a burden.
"I say this all because I love you."
Actually, don't call me at all, i can't keep suffocating without at least fainting,
and yes, i mean it this time. Why?
Because I love me.
January brought nothing but a vacancy in my chest. Why couldn't you have loved me right?
April came and went; I started to feel again. I met someone who trusts me.
I found a confidant who doesn't try to control me. I found someone who doesn't slowly start to resent me.
Why did I let you love me like that?
May took away my pain and replaced it with understanding. I can breathe again.
You didn't do those tings becuase you loved me.
Did you even really love me?
All I know is that you were wrong ; love isn't pain, it's hope. And I hope you become who I always knew you could.
Now I know what it means to really love someone, because I started with myself.