My hearts aching
From what he's been saying
I replay it all in my head
As I get ready for a special event
I don't believe him
But ignoring isn't my only whim
I want to leave here
For a birthday party for my nephew, I hold dear
I listen to the message one more time
Although it's contents remain engraved in my mind.
I search for my necklace, full of despair
I don't really care what else I wear.
Why would he say that?
I rolled out my welcome mat.
I check my iPod and phone
To remind myself I'm not alone
Why did he do this now?
Did he want birthday blues to shine out?
I head up the stairs, out the door.
Too many feelings, for this so-called whore.
A case of birthday blues
Good thing I've got my writing muse
Keep it with me all the time
So I'll never forget, how to rhyme.
He hurt me bad, but I'll be okay
Maybe a little shaky, but it's been a better day.
I'll return for the Opussian family
While my birthday blues, attempts to fade away.
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