The morning of my birthday sitting in my bed
tear-soaked blankets wrapped around me
Your ring on my finger
your t-shirt on my body
I need an "I love you"
a "good night" even
but nothing...
not surprising, I'm crying
again
alone
the morning of my birthday.
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Everything I Never Said
PoetryLetters, Notes, Poetry, and Random Thoughts. This is pretty much just a dumping ground or a journal.
