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Eighteen Candles
June 6, 2021
Tangy tears raced
Down my painted-pink cheeks,
As the candles
Withered to wax
How did you forget
My 18th birthday?
I would’ve taken any
Bouquet of roses from
Your hands,
Even with broken petals
Or any sign that you still cared
But I’m sure that
When a certain Kayla
Has her birthday
You’ll lay cherry blossoms
At her feet
And I’ll carry my dead branches
Back home.
© Valcy E., Stony Point, NY
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This poem is about a guy I used to have a crush on. On my eighteenth birthday, everyone wished me a happy birthday...except for him. It really hurt me, and that was how this poem was born. This is one of the best poems I've ever written, in my humble opinion, and I feel like many people can relate to it.