January
I came up cold
With thoughts of growing old
See there was this man I loved
But as it turns out I was meant to be unloved
Tears fell like the snow all around me
My family just told me to breathe February
the month of love
I just went off and tried to stay above
Floods of cheap chocolate and flowers
The fourteenth I sobbed for hours
My grandfather died
I feel like a monster because I don't think I cried March
 I marched on
Or at least I think to be honest I was too far gone
I didn't feel much
All I knew was that I missed your touch
It's been three months
Yet every time I see you it feels like a punch April
the month of rebirth
Where plants and flowers grow from the earth
Seeing things grow anew
Only just reminded me of you
I knew I must let you go
For that’s the only way to grow May
 oh may what can I say
It was the month of your birthday
The month of our first kiss
One that I’ll always miss
18 months we spent together
Now you send me texts asking about the weather June
 your friends tell you it’s not too soon
To burst your single balloon
In a relationship, Facebook tells me
Oh god there are things I shouldn’t see
You dancing with your new dame
The same way we earned our fame July
I didn’t cry
No matter how hard you could try
It was over I knew that
I was no longer going to feel empty and flat
I hope you are happy
Cause I’m over feeling crappy August
I walked in the sun
I feel like my life has just begun
I see you are the store
It doesn’t hurt anymore
I rise
I no longer see the stars in your eyes September
I’m two and a half hours away from you now
I think fondly of you and wonder about all the hows
I’m seeing someone new
I hate saying this but he treats me better than you
He likes me with my damage
I don’t feel the need to micromanage October
I haven’t thought about you for a while
I have found my smile
The one you took away
When you left with nothing to say
I’m almost glad you left like that
No more lies or tricks in your hat November
I go home for Thanksgiving
I hear about how you are living
You had dreams of moving out
Seems like now all you can do is pout
You can’t keep a job
Yet you still act like a snob December
What a year to remember
Our love out on embers
And I’m sad to say
I hope there isn’t another yesterday
I’m leaving you in twenty-nineteen
For next year I’m a queen