i. you were born back when people still believed in beginnings, in fresh starts and re-sets, and trying again, all Ā over. you are no quitter. you wouldnāt know how to quit love even if you tried; even if it was suffocating you and you were sure to die. no, youāre no quitter. (january)
ii. you are a child of melting snows. you are a child of the future. you do not live in the now, you do not settle, you do not make plans. one day you will love. when, all else is right. you are a child of melting snows, but darling, in life there are always fresh snows somewhere, spring is always not-quite there. (february)
iii. the earth smelled like frost when you were born. you have a razor-sharp mind and a quick tongue, but some people still get under your skin. and like frost under your motherās feet, you crack, you melt, you become mist. (march)
iv. april showers bring may flowers. you are forever preparing the world for other people. your friends for their true best friend, your sister for your brother, your lover for the right one. you only love in interludes. (april)
v. god you are everything. the grass is never asĀ green and the sky is never as high, and the breeze never as soft. you are perfection. but life does not deal in absolutes, and love is flawed. you will not find what you are looking for. (may)
vi. you are everyone'sĀ favourite afterthought. you areĀ what tenderness feels like. darling, you are a field ofĀ dandelions swaying in the wind. you fix people. you let them build homes inside you. you make them whole. you are an afterthought. a rest-stop. it hurts in a place no map leads to. (june)
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vii. when you were born the earth wasĀ scorched. you are a child of heat. you are a child of desert. you can do without love almost as long as you can do without water. and a little, a little goes a long way. itās a good thing too, because baby, your pride makes loving you so damn hard. (july)
viii. quiet is how they describe you. they donāt know of the song you carry inside, of the screams unsettled in your lungs, of the poems and stories you have under your belt. you are the quiet one - the quiet revelation, the surprise, the coming out. the becoming. (august)
ix. melancholia. you are rain, you wash people clean. you are a builder, you help them rise. you are the wind, you help them fly. you are everyoneās best friend and no one'sĀ favourite lover. you disappear under the weight of good deeds. saints are revered, but not loved. it is difficult to be with someone on aĀ pedestal. (september)
x. you are a shape-shifter. you do not know your face. you have been lost since you can remember. sometimes you are found at the bottom of a bottle, or in thick smoke coming out of his lungs. sometimes you are found. but not in love, no in the ashes of love. you are what endings look like. (october)
xi. the clouds were so lowĀ when you were born your sister thought she could reach them. overachievers. nothing is ever good enough. no one is ever enough. people are just a promise of whatās to come. how does it feel to live your life in theĀ promiseland? (november)
xii. when you were born the sky was white. not light blue, not powder blue, but white. you are pure love. you are the one. but people are always looking to go back, to start over, to re-set. you are the one, but all it does - is make peopleĀ realise they do not want to become. (december)
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