& I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you

Each one a line or two,

"I'm fine baby, how are you?"

I would send them but I know that it's just not enough

My words were cold & flat,

& you deserve more, than that

I just realised that I'll turn fifteen in another 2 hours & 35 minutes.
Which means that today is my last day of being, fourteen.

The fact that my birthday falls on a Monday, doesn't make it any better.

With every year, comes added responsibility & tasks, & they all say that nothing's too tough for me, but I know there is, this something.

& that's leaving you.

I guess you could say that I've become used to having you around, & now that you're not here, it seems like a part of me is missing.

Don't worry, I won't let the tears flow, & let this feeling linger, past 12.