Whistles And Bells

If only
I could 
wrap my
thoughts 

As 
neatly 
as my 
presents 

But 
paper, 
string and 
glitter 
bows 

Don't 
provide 
an adequate 
defence

Thoughtless

Not only is it the time of year for giving

But the time for receiving too

You’ve no idea how glad I am

There’s no more bullshit gifts from you

I know
I won’t
see you
for a
while

And
that
just
makes
me sad

For
although
you don’t
feel the
same way

You’re the
closest
friend
I’ve ever
had