My first ex and I only lasted long enough to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

And my next ex was there for my birthday, but didn’t want the commitment.

So I didn’t let him stick around long enough to take Halloween too

And my next ex will take thanksgiving

And the next will take Christmas

And so on and so on

Until I finally learn to treat every day like a celebration.

Until I learn to stop holding on until Fridays

And treat every day like a weekend

And my exes can’t take those too

And I used to hate Tuesdays til I met you

And I don’t hate them anymore

But now they make me sad

And I saw you on New Years and I heard you wanted to talk again

That you missed me

But I guess it didn’t feel sincere

Since I was hearing it from your BOYFRIEND.

You know the one in introduced you to near labor day

The friend I met near Memorial Day

And he says you miss my friendship

He says you miss the friend that I was to you

But it’s hard to be friends with the eyes you used to wake up looking into

And I am writing this poem on Easter

Because none of my exes have taken it yet

The poem or the holiday

For now they are mine

And someday I will have a family to share them with

But not until I meet a man who’s eyes shine like Diwali

Who makes my heart explode like the Fourth of July

Who kisses me for every day of Hanukkah

Who holds my hand through the whole month of Ramadan

If it takes me that long to be ok again

And who will make every day feel like Christmas

And I know he is out there somewhere

Or at least I hope

But I haven’t met him yet

Not yet

And I won’t for many more holidays

And Halloween is still my favorite one

So I will protect it until the day my children can inherit it from me

And even if they are not of my blood

They will still be mine

And when they have their first birthdays

I will not take them from them

Instead I will teach them to love

To cherish themselves

And every other person they will

learn to celebrate with

And to treat every day

Like a fucking holiday.