A Note From Someone Who Remembers Birthdays

It's an old flames birthday today, and this poem is for him.

I know when you were born

The date is stamped into my

           Memory

                Much like the mark left

When you brand an animal

And just as cruel too

 

We don’t talk anymore

                Hell

                                Even my worst nightmares

Will talk to me

 

                                Why won’t you?

 

I thought I loved you once

                You just thought I had

           Bad breath

My heart was new to the scene

                                Back then

 

And now I don’t even talk about you

                Then again I was stupid

                And you

                                 were fourteen

And heaven knows me

At the age of fifteen

I didn’t know what love was

 

                So I guess I never loved you anyway

 

Yet no matter how hard I try

                                To forget

It still feels like

Before I even had the chance

                To copulate with snakes

And fall in love with demons

You broke my heart

 

It’s been a few years now

But the story of how we met

                Is still one of my favorites

                                To tell

 

I guess it’s got something to do with

                Staying up until 5am

Or that we went to the same school

                                Without even knowing it

 

You’re nineteen today

And I would be offended if you thought

                I only remembered your birthday

                                Because of Facebook

 

Because I’ve tried desperately to forget

                The turmoil you awarded my heart

And I’ve come to terms with our silence

But

 

I still remember

And the day dreams

                Of the time I’d see you in summer

That never came to be a reality

All the times in the cold dark theater

                With your lips pressed to mine

 

I remember when we would

                                Talk every single day

And how excited I would get to see you at school

                Every day

 

I remember that time you went on my bus

And how confused and nervous I was

                To see you there

I was convinced it was

           True love

 

But I also remember

                The tears I shed over diary pages

                                When I learned you were

Moving

 

And the unwarranted dirty pictures

                You sent me

To deter my feelings

And the sadness in your voice

 

When you told me

                We couldn’t be

           Together

 

But above everything

I will always remember             

                                Your birthday

Author's Note

everything is intentional

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

I can relate to a lot of this poem, only I am the one who moved. I still remember favorite colors, their birthday, so many of the things I don't even know about the people who are still around me or the new people I've been near since then. I think you completely grasped this poem and penned something amazing. I love it, really I do. The word choice is perfect, the style is interesting, your voice makes the write personal and yet adds a little life, the emotion grabs the reader and puts them in your shoes. All in all this is excellent.


Phenomenally penned

[kera moondust]

Thank you ^^