I know I am not
Easy to be loved
Especially by You.

I always say
I know who I am.
Obviously on the flip side
You knew me better.

You knew better
When you began
To untie the knots
That was dead.

You began tracking down
The calls that went
All night with
The unknown numbers.

The text messages
Were a strong lead
To confirm the doubts
You had until then.

You saw it in your eyes
Those texts I sent
To that someone
Wishing a happy birthday.

"Colourful I fly
In the colors
You gave me.

Dark and bright
Are the days I wish
To share with you
For a lifetime.

I found my peace
In your glooming face.
It makes me go crazy,
Wanting to hug you tight.

Happiness and joy
I promise to gift you
For this birthday
And every other."

Reading those lines
Painted your eyes
With an endless rain
That carved a deep scar.

For it was everything
You wished for yourself
To preserve it a lifetime.