I would have wished you happy birthday.
I would have been a friend like you wanted me to be and wished me happy birthday.
I would have shown you that I cared and wished you happy birthday.
I would pretend you didn’t broke my heart a week before my birthday and the least you could have done was messaged me wishing me a happy birthday.

I would done that for you.
I would have stayed for you.
I would still let my heart fight my head everyday for you.

I still tell myself you letting me go was a curtsey when it felt like a betrayal.
I still tell myself I’m better on my own when I didn’t feel this bad holding onto the littlest part of you.
I still hold on hope that I could change your mind to miss me when you clearly don’t.
I would have wished you happy birthday.