Looking back,
Christmas and birthdays were everything.
I remember waking up early,
No matter how little sleep I had gotten.
I remember my happiness,
Ripping into presents,
Full of smiles and joy.
How the air seemed so innocent,
So friendly and familiar.
And then I remember when my parents split.
Christmas and birthdays seemed,
a little different..
My dad gave me all I wanted,
I think,
In hopes he could have me forgive him,
Like he was trying to make me happy
Even though the whole family wasn't together.
My anxiety began as the first Christmas rolled around,
And I was with one parent a few days,
then the next.
A split holiday.
It wasn't as friendly and familiar.
And I know they tried.
And for years after Christmas and birthdays were still fun.
I still tore into presents.
I had long lists of what I wanted.
And then we come to now.
My parents could ask me what I want,
I just shake my head and say
" I don't know. Nothing really."
Because it's true. I'm fine how I am,
There isn't anything special I want.
I'll wake up on my birthday,
Having forgotten it's that day until someone says "happy birthday!"
I wake up on Christmas,
I am not eager to open presents.
I don't know what happened.
One year everything changed,
And now I don't care.
At least I still have the innocent,
happy, memories.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
