In Memory Of the Month September

A piece written about a guy i once loved and met in the month of September.Never lasted and was never going to because he pretended and confessed...

Here,grab a shovel
Help me bury this so called feeling of love
Its been in the mortuary of my mind for some time now
After being murdered by a man i trusted
Who mislead me into thinking I was the one and only,it never lasted
Little did i know he was the criminal of hearts,who tore mine apart
Rippled my sanity and told me he felt nothing from the start.
If i acknowledged that i came across as clingy and soulless to him
I would've only buried what i felt for him
And not have coffins awaiting for the people i may meet in the future
I cant feel or allow myself to show any affection to anyone because of the words that constantly ring inside my head
The one thing i would have preferred if we just broke up and not say what we said.....
In anger...