It was your birthday on Friday,
and that week leading up to it, I stayed at yours.
You asked to see me the weekend of your birthday as I left in my car.
The sun on our faces and the breeze in our hair, embracing you and receiving a goodbye kiss.
But I knew you would be busy and plans would fall through.
They always had,
you had priorities,
and I was not one of them.
I even bought you a present, messaged you the morning of your special day.
Things aren't right,
aren't normal after I left.
I haven't heard from you all weekend.
And you don't talk to me the same.
Your texts are dry, you don't like my stories anymore,
and most of all you just don't seem to care.
It's distant between us,
I think you might be ignoring me again,
but this time feels final.
With all the pain and suffering,
I still wish you had the most special day.
Even if you didn't want to share it with me.
- K
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My mind, my heart, and my soul.
PoetryA series of poems written to express the things life likes to throw our way. Based on my current feelings, struggles and life goals. My pain, hurt, suffering, heartbreak, love, happiness and everything under the sun. I hope you can find some connect...
