Kicking.

If you could somehow –
only get a look at me now,
alive, with a surprise kick –
to my birthday number thirty-six;
bet you’d been sure you’d outlast –
the years of mine still slipping passed,
who could’ve known how it’d look –
at the final chapter of your big, bad book;
I don’t mean to convey this fact maliciously –
but, after all, you tried to steal the life from me,
so, you’ll excuse me – for recognizing the irony –
of one more birthday under this belt on me;
so many days filled with bad memories –
nights too afraid to close my eyes to sleep,
at last now, slowly but surely-you’re fading away –
while I trudge through towards next year’s birthday;
I’m not always happy by how my existence is defined –
but I never forget getting a second chance to be alive,
despite the trivial bullshit that keeps me up at night –
life is love – love is truth – and truth burns eternally bright.

Happy (maybe a day or two early) Birthday Cut Throat #3!

May your 23rd birthday bring a year that you see:

the things your heart hasn’t yet, quite let you believe;

may the future ahead of such a striking “inconsistency” –

hold nothing, besides everything that YOU want it to be.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A BEAUTIFUL CUT THROAT <3

Happy Birthday, Inconsistently Yours!