was told by my favourite person

he couldn't stay until night

which bumped me a lot -

/ that I ran from them and cried

in the shower and locked myself

in my room with radiohead playing.

only to be startled by a knock on the door,

the singing of happy birthday from their mouths,

-when i opened the door.

my favourite person was holding

         -   my favourite cheesecake.

the rest of the day was spent eating spicy ramens,

guitar strumming, endless laughter and

a very content, happy feel in my soul.

your 19th birthday was blessed,

wafaa izzati.