Happy birthday.

Holidays piss me off sometimes, theres too much nostalgic expectation surrounding them that they cause more anxiety for me than anything.

You saw them didn't you,
standing in black ties with another surprise?
I always saw them coming through

I saw you standing still,
still waiting for your birthday night.
I always see it coming.
Do you?

I want to count on you.
Candle eyes,
dripping wax and dying sweetly,
lonely and completely.

I saw your eyes through the fire
and the morbidness of desire.
It always keeps us coming
back again.

You wish for it to last
but birthdays don't really come back.
We do.
We do.

Author's Note

Then a very personal holiday like your birthday just adds to the self-absorbedness of it all.

Reviews

[eglantine]

third stanza... wow! just wow! brilliant stuff right there! ANd yes, I totally agree with your author note.

[Pratik]

That was a different write!! You are true when you say birthdays and holidays bring a lot of expectations- many of which go unfulfilled and can cause us disappointment. When you are small you tend to count the number of toys you get and these things escalate when you grow up. You want to be treated in a special way just for one day and when it doesn't turn out that way.. well for most of the times.. you start brooding! A nice take on birthdays and holidays!! In fact it was self revelatory for me! Well done :)

[Kelsey]

Great write. I really enjoyed reading this.

[Mia]

On my birthday I make people call me 'Princess Mia'. If they don't I refuse to respond. True story. Self-absorbedness at its best.
This is my favourite poem of yours.
"I want to count on you.
Candle eyes,
dripping wax and dying sweetly,
lonely and completely."
It is shrewdly written. It makes a little sad that you don't enjoy holidays, but that has nothing to do with the poem.

[Quiet_Sunset]

great write :)