Received a surprise.

A massive ball
of depression,
anxiety and
hyperventilation.
All laced and
bundled up
with fancy ribbon
tied in a bow,
served on
an ornate platter
and accompanied by
a quaint little
card which I
only read later.

It read,

“Choke on this *******.
Happy birthday.”

.

i haven't
any thoughts
to offer
except for the
mismatched
musings from
the mind
and heart

so let this
ink on parchment
match the requiem
of the hour

I'm not going to do this
             I tried too many times
                    I'm not scared any more
                                          I just don't want the hassle
                      of all that
                   comes with YOU
                        I don't trust YOU
                      I don't trust anyone  
          blame my past
from childhood
to adulthood
            Blame my last ex
                                    he did the same as YOU
                                               looked me in my face
& lied
               Lying YOU though
                                        YOU actually believe
                                                    the ****
                                      that comes out
                                     your mouth and
    be mad
                           cuz I don't fall for it
                                            I long ago knew
     we shouldn't
of stuck together
                    as we did
                I settled for less
                      of what I deserved
                 because
I felt for a spell
                       I'd be enough  
My apologies
      My mistake
              My fault
       **IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN