A new decade. What's new?
Fireworks: a grand illusion
that life is bright like glitter.
A chaotic crowd yelling like it's their last.
All these superstitions
I've done habitually
for years but I'm not any
taller, richer or healthier.
And each year made me lonelier.
A new year, except
it's all the years I've lived, on loop.
Never had a New Year's kiss.
Maybe next year.
Or in another decade, in another life.
I had my first love, a second one too-
but that was over half a year ago,
I almost forgot if love is true.
So tell me again,