i wanted to be the mess you desired, turns out i was just the mess.

the way you left even after all that i confessed...

on the edge of newness, i even bought a dress.

when i asked you if you liked me too all you said was "more or less."

it hurt, it healed. still would have preferred a "yes".

what i once thought i'd never be over, i so suddenly am...

so happy birthday, i guess.