i baked you a cake,
filled with chocolate dreams
and golden breath,
the tables are set up for you.
gifts sitting beside the catering,
handmade, hand shakes.
balloons filled up,
inhale, exhale, fire
my lungs,
on fire.
i did it for you though,
the surprise on your face
when you'd walk through those doors.
which candles would you prefer?
rainbow, or...
the wrapping paper is perfect,
i checked!
nothing you wouldn't have liked.
love, we're all even wearing
your favorite color.
black.
you always loved black.
it was your favorite color.
was.
was.
i trip up on that word.
was.
it was,
you were.
the roses are by the cake,
you love roses,
don't you?
don't you?
tears roll down our faces,
we're just so... happy,
happy happy happy
happy happy happy
happy happy happy
happy birthday.
this is what you wanted, isn't it?
a party, for your eighteenth birthday?
you might've wanted to be here,
but,
this is okay, right?
right?
right?
i'm not in denial,
no, that's not what you would call this.
i didn't set up this party because i thought,
maybe, just maybe,
you'd be here.
no.
no.
no.
i couldn't have, could i?
you're gone.
gone.
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday, dear love.
happy birthday...
happy.
happy?
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
