March

March has arrived.

The month I love.

The month I hate.

It’s the month that is all about Rhianna.

It’s the month I want to forget all about.

It’s the month I want to remember every moment.

It’s full of conflictions.

It’s full of pain.

It’s the month that our lives split in two.

A life before and a life after.

And it’s so bloody painful.

It doesn’t change.

March starts and it just hurts all over again.

You relive it all over again.

Every year.

Every March.

I never want to do it.

But then when it ends and April arrives it’s heartbreaking in another sense.

Her time is gone.

It’s so conflicting.

It’s so confusing.

It’s so hard to explain.

It’s just so hard.