I like to think I'm mature,
I'm above it, over it.
But I purposely didn't wish you
Happy birthday,
With the thought of when you forgot mine, in mind,
I wanted you to hurt,
Like I did.
And when you text me tomorrow, saying,
It was my birthday...
I'll leave you on read,
Like a sense of deja vu,
But it's nostalgia,
of just how you treated me.
Happy Birthday.
Because it looks like I'm not over it.
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