I dread that day
432 days from today
In 14 months and 6 days,
I will have turned 30.
I did the math right
each birthday when it returns
-is the death of another year
It’s horror, but it’s true
And it’s not about who’s by my side
when I acknowledge it
That seat is vacant
shall not under duress
give it away, learned this
the hard way
Never been more comfortable
in my own skin than now
It isn’t really about
a silver of a hair mocking me,
I’ve already had the misfortune
of meeting more than one
I want to be the
Glass-half-full kind of girl
I just haven’t met her yet, my lens
glued to my worries. No more
Fulfilling commitments
I’ve made to myself
Milestones I’ve set, those haunt me
Funny how it’s surprising
I’ve been a procrastinator
I labeled myself to be
But get there, I will
I always do
This freak
likes the game of catch-up
Ask me again next year
Till then, I’ll be counting silently
Till then, fear and adrenaline
I suppose,
make me want to start running
faster than time
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