my birthday without you
will be spent
not missing you
i will get used to the fact
that you are not here
to give me awkward hugs
and cry me awkward tears
i will blossom
from the ground
without you to guard me
because i've been doing that for myself
for years
i will forget the times
you would sneak a cigarette
and the times
where you'd get mad at me for cussing
i will forget all the times
where we'd pillow fight
stay up playing
video games
all night
or "vibing" to waves
of really sad music
i won't remember
where you hide your stash
of bad secrets
i won't remember
when you told me
that i mattered
as i was shattering
inside a bedroom
filled with mattresses as walls
it will fade off of my mind
like the time we slid down a futon
with our chests as our rides
like the time
where we ran around the house
with water guns
and wet towels
like the time
where i stayed
your little baby sister
when you remembered me too
but i will move on
just like you
because that's what we do
here
when we're not
each other's lovers
nor each other's friends
just people bound by blood
ignoring each other till the end
you don't have to
wish me a
happy fucking birthday.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
