He was cold.

Having someone who wants you when its convenience.

Because he said he loved me yet he said a lot of things

Things with no meaning and things with no feelings

I held on with lies, held on with the imagination on the moment

He held on with controlling demand

Yet he could not stand by me when it was needed.

He held no devotion

He was immune

And it left me confused

I never pictured to be forgotten, I held on to be remembered. But his personality changed and Suddenly 

                

He Was December.