Birthday/NobodyCaresAboutYouDay

I have to keep reminding myself that you didn’t come to my Birthday
and you never read my poetry
even though poetry is easy to read.
And you didn’t come over that time I needed you
but I am always there when you need me.
I’ve come to understand how people can be disposable
because you treat me like a used tissue:
you only come to me when you have no one left.

You didn’t come to my Birthday.

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