In Late December

If it weren't so cold, it wouldn't be so bad.
If I didn't love you so much, I wouldn't be so sad.
But times are changing, as people do too.
Who would have thought it would be me and you?

"Together forever," was what they'd all say,
I thought of life with you - there's no other way.
We began forming our future, names and a life,
I was totally amazed, going to be your wife.

But something crumbled in the pages of this book,
And these entries are cryptic, do you care for a look?
The skies are dark, and filled with question,
but do you think I might return to depression?

My make up never wore so dark before,
and everything's gone, I don't know myself anymore.
My style has changed, and so have my friends,
I've tossed them away, like overused pens.

It can't go back to the way it used to be,
because my old life is a reminder of you and me.
So I keep moving, bruised heart and all,
but I'm just wondering... how was your fall?

Does it hurt your heart when you sleep at night?
Do you toss and turn? Does your head feel light?
Do you care at all, that you've broken my heart?
Or should I give up trying? We're better off apart.

Vacuity consumes me, and I've nothing left to say,
except I hope you're happy now,
farewell,
have a nice day.