the name sweet sixteen is so ironic. since when is sixteen so special? sixteen is just special for everyone else but me. sixteen is the age where nobody needs to feel guilty for not remembering your birthday because you're not a kid anymore, like that even matters. the age where the only gift anyone thinks you could ever need is a 50 in a blank card. the age where letters get short and the silences heavy and long. the age where birthday wishes are a couple days off and your phone stays free of phone calls, texts, of anything really, void of human interaction. i don't think there's very much sweetness in a sixteen. i think it should be called something else, something more fitting. it should be called a bitter sixteen. a sour sixteen. a salty sixteen.
i don't want to be sixteen. i don't want a 50 in a blank card. i don't really care about gifts, or cakes, or balloons, or licenses. i just want to hear that you love me.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesiaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
