Child,
Don't worry if the shoe fits
**You can always walk barefoot.

In the stillness of the night, my hands ache to take yours in mine, tracing lines on your palms, facing each other, in lasting calm.

I yearn for the hair that shines so bright, burns like the sun I crave in sightless dark. I run to my dreams to feel your hair, falling around my face as I play the part of your pillow.

My skin, on fire with the desire of pressing against you, caressing your back and arms. Keeping you safe from harm, no alarm creeping towards the breaking dawn.

My eyes long to fall on perfect features in the fading light, the prettiest of all Gods creatures. Locking mine with emerald pools of passion, a lasting gaze to amaze my fasting soul.

Eager for your love to fill my bowl, knowing, as the wind is blowing beyond my windowsill, thirst is a distant, fading curse.

Our hearts intertwine above the sea, parting waves to save romance, so free. No love compares to the one we share, as we celebrate our eternal dance.

If an end can be a beginning
And a beginning can be an end
Then I'm probably a rough corner
Too odd for life to bend
Stretch into conformity?
I hope that doesn't happen to me.
I owned my weirdness long ago
If you gave me drugs that would probably normalize me

So if I ever feel better, If I ever go outside when it's warm in a turtleneck sweater
Put a lyrical bullet through my brain
Because I'm far from normal, if you see me that way I've gone insane

I guess I figured my life would be different I'd be on my own by now, I'd be self sufficient independent but that obviously isn't the case because I still occupy my parents space. I can't find a job though not through lack of looking, so I can't move out and start my train really moving

I keep feeling unacceptably inadequate to even exist any longer I keep asking myself "what am I doing?" Why am I still here? What in the hell went wrong? innocence feels so long ago and it does show how jaded and jarred and frostbitten and hard my heart has become of the years through the anger guitar playing and tears, and by my next birthday I might be drowning these feelings out Not in ink but in beer.

Or maybe I could finally get myself together and strike out alone a noble warrior finally having his own throne
You make me laugh imagination... maybe I need to get into my own zone

It's exhausting feigning happiness
More energy efficient to show apathy
Especially in my case when you can end an otherwise normal birthday feeling crappily
I appreciate all the love and good wishes
And my friends that post jokes that leave me in stitches
But all the laughter, fond reminiscing and talking merrily
Can't do much to stop myself from looking inside and seeing nothing there, and feeling empty
All the drinks in the world can't cure this longing for something or someone
To kick-start my heart like motley crue, and help me find purpose under the sun

Well my sinuses are ******* me over
And my eyes are bloodshot and my brain is getting pretty close to dead
So I figured I'd write a birthday poem before I get some allergy medicine in my head

First I wanna thank God, and my family and friends
For putting up with me for two decades
Because I know that there were plenty of times
Where I could've ended up 6 feet under via the thoughts in mah head

Second I wanna thank all the people that read and support my writings
I wouldn't be half the writer that I am today
If you guys hadn't discovered me I would think to know what I'd do

So thank you all for reading this sappy piece, because I have a birthday to celebrate
So because I'm a portal fan, of course I'll  be eating pie, not cake