June 1st

The first of every month used to hold a special place in my heart

Maybe that's why I'm sitting here writing with ultimate pain

Heartbreak isn't just something that people go through and remain the same afterwards

If anyone tells you any different, they're lying through their teeth

As time goes by I have to look back on my what I've written

Deciding whether to smile or cry is hard

Whether to move forward or linger

The first will always hurt until one day

It becomes an old memory

Just like us.