Count Down Finished Day 10. ITS MY BIRTHDAY

 I did good,

I didn't call or text

Doesn't mean that I didn't want to,

Just knew that there was no need to,

You've shown me everything that I needed to know after the first date,

But me being me,

I tried to ignore it,

But then the door flew of the hedges,

And staring me in the face was the hurtful truth,

I invented an image, a family in you that could never be,

But today is my Bday and I just wanna be happy,

It was my fault,

I shouldn't have wrote you into my fantasy,

Today is the day I've been waiting for,

I waited so patiently,

That i was all the way impatient,

My face is vacant and my emotions are all over the place,

I'll look myself in the mirror as say,

" Today we turn a year older, a bit wiser, lose some people, and gain some more, but me,

I'll always be".



IG - daddys_nastypoet69 

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