Happy birthday,*
the two words- i never got to say,
to you.
Every year, i fear
that the thing we once had will disappear,
eventually.
Even though we're not together
there's a part of me that'll remember you forever
and always.
Every year, i pray.
i pray for your happiness.
and i pray- for my emptiness,
to fade away.
On august 13th,
i regret.
On august 13th,
i sometimes forget.
on august 13th
i miss you.
on august 13th
how i wish i could say those two words to you.
to the person who taught me how loving someone could hurt so much, so much