i sit in my chair
with a party hat
and a cigarette in hand
blowing at it
like a noise maker
ready to pop
with the congratulations
i've always wanted
as my folks
try their best to give me
chairs filled with people
i can only blow bubbles
and hope i can call them
bubble friends
placing stickers
on my cheeks
like kisses
i've always needed
and temporary tattoos
with party pitying phrases
and the glow sticks
make up for the stars
i would be missing that night
as i use themed sunglasses
to hide the soap that i have
in my eyes
maybe next year
i'll have a happy happy time.
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.
