I prefer a month that's more sensitive to my needs, one with more stability, more charisma, more oomph. You claim to be all about love and romance, but you're nothing but talk. You have no staying power, no stamina. Beneath your shallow, candy-coated exterior, you're nothing more than a drab, roller-coaster of temperatures and emotions. You give me chills down my spine...but not the good kind. When you're with me, I can't be myself; I feel I have to hide beneath so many layers just to get through the day. And nights with you are cold and lifeless. I've felt your frigid hands on mine. You suffocate me and I feel trapped. If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm looking for a month that loves me for who I really am, and that gives me the freedom to do all the things I dream about. I want to feel that spark of true love, igniting a fire inside (that doesn't actually involve a fireplace). After all these years, I can finally admit that we were never meant to be together.
So take your vase of wilted flowers and your store-bought sentiments and go play your mind-games on someone else. I deserve so much more than what you have to offer, and I know if I'm patient, I'll eventually find what I've been looking for.