The old month

We met in February, I should’ve known that was wrong, that’s not my month. All things good always comes when it’s warm outside. You took everything from me and then blamed me for it all. Now I e moved on and the only thing that’s holding me are these papers. I pushed I taught you and all you gave was memories that are lies. Red flags are red flags no matter what and I did see that then. Now i know that Virgos are red and I’m yellow, we don’t mix. I need to be fix from things you did, but now I’m feeling like I can’t be. No trust no love for no body you fucked that up. Leave my dream, my thoughts and my memories. Your dead me. You’re dead to me, big old red to me, remember I’m yellow. Yellow. Yellow. We don’t mix