memories are going to drown me
its your birthday next month
but i cant stay up
to yell happy birthday on the phone
youre going to be fourteen
i wasnt there for thirteen
but i was for twelve
damn your smile
you were never there for my birthday
you always left before then
christmas doesnt compare
where were you
angel i wish you could see my worry
i dont want you to fall again
because you won't let me help you
and i dont know if anyone else could
youre not a simple task love
you tore me to pieces
yet ill glue myself together
and let you do it all over again
just know you own a part of my heart
you always will
and one day
we might get that airplane
YOU ARE READING
The Night Talks • Vents
PoezieDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
