January

An account of love

Winter is our season
Death, depression, despair still you are here next to me
You hold me and kiss me
Saying, "I will always be here"
I know you lie
I see goodbye written on your face
Just pretend one more night
One more kiss
You've seen my demons, yet I beg one more night
This love is fleeting
First love bruises the heart the most
I know I'll be haunted by your love for the rest of my life
Cupid shot me, but forgot to shoot you
What happens when you are the one, but I'm not the one for you?
I grow cold and I realize its January again, but this time I sleep next to a man who will never compare to you

Author's Note

Please help me out. I write a lot, but I don't usually show it to people. So please help me out with anything from grammar to just straight up criticism.