19

My birthday is on Wednesday.

Here's to making it one more year.
18 wasn't too great,
I can't blame anyone and I don't believe in fate,
but all the nights awake have left me in quite an empty state.

Here's to falling in love.
She's the one.
I could see everything, she's brighter than the sun, it was so much fun, I can't come to regret it,
now that things are done.

Here's to being afraid.
Because I need fear.
After a pack or beer, it was fear that kept me here,
stopped a bullet from hitting 'clear' on my life.
I'm sorry if I scared you, my dear.

Here's to falling apart.
I'm not good for you.
I told you from the start, it's true, but with everything we would do,
I forgot too. I wish the best for you.

Here's to broken hearts.
I know, it feels like hell.
Oh well.

Here's to 19.
Here's to moving on.
Here's to friends.
Here's the end.

Author's Note

I don't know if this is done.