The Blood & The Bones

And so you loved me well before

But January brought with it more

You asked and I agreed

The you and I became a we

February’s hearts and happiness

March and April’s spring time bliss

But then May came

With loss and pain

We barely made it into June

Your broken heart broke mine too

July brought you back to me

But even this love could not set you free

That August night, your last goodbye

Angry lips, the weight of your lies

September spent needing you most

But by October, you were just a ghost

November nights, the darkest blur

You’re really gone but you always were

December’s cold was like your heart

No back and forth, all ends, no starts

A year of love, of lies, of waste

And my goodbye to you, 12 months too late