Waiting all day on my birthday for one message.
But i get nothing and the only thing i think of in my head is
Its my party..
And the music starts playing as i start to cry
Ill cry if i want to are 6 words used as a crowbar to pry
My heart open and bare
No messages anywhere
From you or anyone else
I set my feelings on a high shelf
Wiping my tears
Facing my fears
Everyone forgot my birthday
Not just you..
But thats okay...
Because its my party and ill cry if i want to.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
