Happy Birthday
The Gift of Having a Voice Again
Happy?
– you hurt me, eye for — I
I guess we were both just
kids searching for answers
In this mess
it's kind of messed up right?!
Certainly,
Kissing cousins expressed with such certainty as if it weren’t for—
For being children caught up in seeking what was being hidden—
I hate idioms
I guess I get confused in trying to mimic the subtle differences between the reality being blended
And I feel like an idiot
I think what I’m really trying to say is not knowing the difference had me rearranging the alphabet just to play your bf
I guess— I forgot to cross my T’s
And capitalize on I
So when the narrative became all yours I could still recognize me—
Holding tight to my I.D. With every IOta of strength
Even though it isn’t much
If I let go I’d bleed until I was left M-T
But,
It’s your day so I don’t want to take any thing from you—
As you’ve done to me—
Innocent until proving guilt
My enemy couldn’t move a hilt to cut quite as deep
What you did was surgery
Cut my tongue out and burn it,
If I lie
It would sound like—
Happy birthday, I hope you have a day as special as you are
I always enjoy the time we spend together
The games you urge me to join in
The Pain, You hurt me, enjoying
The fact that I can’t speak on it
How evil it sounds to say “she’s lying” in response to her saying
“It’s something he wanted”
Only to know no one’s believing me
Believe me— I’ve seen it
About the Creator
Sweet Nothings
Alias Duece Lee Vizzini III
Now, Sweet Nothings, my blog is a sanctuary for love notes and human emotion. Each post is a step toward telling my own intricate, beautifully imperfect story.
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