You didn’t tell me ‘happy birthday’
but I can’t really be mad-
we don’t speak anymore;
But I guess I still wish you had.
I blew out candles for the camera,
but making a wish too-
I’d never admit it…
but I wished (again) for you.
I got lovely gifts and hugs,
happiness and emotions true-
But deep down inside,
the only thing I wanted to unwrap…
My birthday: a special day about me!
But why am I still so sad?
I got everything I ever wanted…
except what we had.
You didn’t say ‘happy birthday’-
And it kills me to know-
I’m no longer important to you…
And that I can be sad on
my birthday too.