merry christmas

dangling lights in my bedroom window.

this is about how festive i’ll get.

i’ve said it once,

i’ll say it again,

the seasonal affect is in full swing,

and i care not about one damn thing.

the snow is cold,

the plants are dead,

why the hell should i get out of bed?

everyone is a pretend christian for a minute,

making me feel inferior for sinning.

the music plays,

slow and old.

nostalgia bowls me over 

brash and bold.

i give out my presents,

as i hold back tears,

realizing all of my tangible fears.

nothing is what it was, things are changing.

my friends are moving away, i’m aging.

i had millions of dreams, which faded away

for now i just live day by day.