i see the word eternal,
and crawl back to last january,
and it's so fucking cold, and we're so fucking lonely,
that when your hand freezes in mine,
i just hope they melt together,
by feburary, we listen to the same songs on repeat,
you can lip sync all my poems,
my heart is starting to find reverberations for them.
In march, you ask me how long i've been so unyeilding,
and i've been stone for so long,
i've forgotten how to bloom.
by april, i'm giggling,
and i'm trying so hard not to,
but my stomach is mush,
so i let myself be soft anyway,
may is all about admitting,
i thought i was straight, but now i'm willing to curl for you,
so i don't stop in june,
when my heart melts into a puddle,
at the sound of your name.
but july brings the first thunderstorms,
and i don't know where to hide,
but keep coming out for the rainbows.
in august you run away,
and i keep calling your name,
until I don't,
until you sail home in the paperboat I made for you.
And now I'm falling, face first,
and it's September,
and I grin through all my broken teeth,
we spend October, wistfully living all the lives
we could be living,
I do not ask how they fit together.
November grows onto us,
with questions we do not have the answer to,
so we just drink coffee in bed,
and watch the world do somersaults.
And december, is too cold to fight anyways,
so we snuggle and fit forevers in all the gaps,
and it's january again,
and my arms are wrapped around your neck like a scarf,
you do not want to get off,
and we do not move,
because if we do,
it might get cold again,
we do not unwrap,
the year is over and starts again,
but it doesn't matter,
there are so many more to go.