it's your birthday today,
and i see you're with someone new
perhaps the girl you loved before me,
or maybe you never really loved me at all,
and frankly it hurts
this i tell you and specially myself,
acceptance is already my home
i'm happy for you.
-c.d.c.
YOU ARE READING
pen, paper, and coffee
Poesiasets of words composed by a girl who's constantly trying to figure herself out -c.d.c.
