it's her birthday month
i smother her in kisses like it's the first time we met.
she doesn't say anything.
what did i do?
is she mad at me again?
we were texting last night,
she seemed fine.
i give her a gift
a photo of us
with the title of our song on the bottom
"thank you for my gift"
she sends
i'm glad she likes it
when we move in together,
the walls will be filled with photos of us.
YOU ARE READING
my first lover, and may be my last
Poetrya series of poems i've written about the months with my girlfriend; and the months we parted ways. i hope you enjoy and i will be adding more if i get enough time/reads TW: slight mild mention of an eating disorder pages may and august. (if you are...
