it's his birthday today
and he's not here
to smirk at me and catch my waist
to ask me in raw honey:
"what have you gotten me this year?"
so I must look at you
through a screen
you are smiling like the sun
at people who aren't me
and I'm left to feel like a hurricane
gave birth in my chest.
you see, every other day
it's quite easy to pretend
that I'm a self-righteous bitch
who doesn't need anyone else
and wears a crown made of barbed wire
right on top of my head
but this day
february seventeenth
breaks me like nothing else does.
// I WISH YOU WERE BORN ON A LEAP YEAR // MAYBE THEN IT'D BE EASIER TO GET OVER YOU // YOU ACT LIKE A FOURTH OF YOUR AGE ANYWAY.
