• Save My Soul, Change My Life, Break My HeartAugust.
    I know why you don't talk to me anymore.
    I'm too negative.
    That's why you chose her.
    Because it's MY fault that I'm depressed.

    July.
    I briefly fell in love with another,
    but it was hopeless from the start.

    June.
    I call you,
    crying.
    You try to calm me down;
    I bury my face in a pillow
    and pretend it's you.

    May.
    You're off to bigger and better things.
    I have five minutes to say goodbye.
    I'm crying uncontrollably into your chest,
    staining your nice shirt with my hot tears.
    My shaking hands are practically woven into your jacket.
    I tear myself from our final embrace.
    I smile through my tears.

    April.
    I admit my feelings for you.
    You knew all along,
    but unlike other people,
    you didn't mind
    and you understood.
    Fifteen minutes pass,
    and I've released nine days
    of bottled-up sadness
    onto your shirt.
    Sorry about that...
    "Drink plenty of water," you tell me.
    "I don't want you to get dehydrated."
    In the end, I feel great.
    Thank you.

    March.
    I'm so pressured.
    Thanks for listening, though.

    February.
    I can be myself around you.
    I just don't want you to see me cry.
    You won't like it.
    You won't like me.

    January.
    I missed you so much!
    And you're eighteen!
    Oh, geez...

    December.
    I've written something just for you.
    We go out for lunch,
    and I give it to you.
    Now you know
    what you've gotten yourself into...

    November.
    It's my birthday,
    but you don't need to know that.
    I don't want to celebrate it anyway.
    But maybe some day I'll tell you.
    I can't be myself yet.

    October.
    That guy from last week is back at my lunch table.
    Today's the day I try to talk to him.
    I put the finishing touches on my drawing,
    trying to capture his perfection as best I can.

    "Are you in art?" you ask me.