It began in January

I hate the way my name sounds coming from you mouth.

Sickly sweet, like it's crawling on its knees.

                                                              You always made me feel that way.

                                                               Like falling apart like this would be the most fun I'd ever have.

                        Leaving you was like waking up from some horrible dream.

                                                         I couldn't quite put my finger on it,

                                                                       but I could feel you,

                                                                   haunting the back of my mind.