Words. I can’t seem to find them whenever I write about you.

But I will try. I need to so that our souls can start anew.

You never loved me. I’m starting to lose my love for you now.

But there was a time when I loved you more than words can allow.

A time I’d write your stories down so my heart wouldn’t forget,

A time I’d worry over all the people I viewed as threats.

Foolish, naive, lost. That I was, looking for love in green orbs

That would lie to me. I’d get lost in them and long to be yours.

It’s time to forget. Your smile, your glasses, the ink on your ribs.

Yes, it will hurt sometimes, but what I must do to heal is this.

The one thing my heart will never forget, though, is your birthday.

It’s in spring. When flowers grow, birds sing, and the trees freely sway.

We could have been like the trees. Swaying freely and happily.

That is, if you had taken the time to really notice me.

But you’re joyful. Well, you certainly will be once you find her.

The one you’re searching for. The one who will make your life better.

Here’s my gift for you. Releasing you. Hoping you find true love.

Like the love I had for you. A pure, sweet love sent from above.

May you live a life of wonder without any wasted time.

Happy birthday. From an admirer as bitter as a lime.