December Would Be Heartbreaking

It's as though it will never stop.
As though every morning will be despair,
That tears will run down these cheeks,
heartbreaking, while I gasp for air.
That I will never leave these sheets,
because there is no one to lift me,
And I will never smile again
as long as his heart his free.
While mine is still shackled to hope,
as niave as it may be,
I will never be able to let go,
not knowing what will become of me.
The broken pieces are milions,
as I can feel every crack.
And they will never mend,
not until you come back.
And when I said that "December would be heartbreaking,"
I had no clue,
That December would be the end
of me and you.