Valentine's day for me is like any other day.
I'm not good with relationships, always trying to discover something in others,
but I always try to find myself.
And whenever I tried to make everything beautiful,
I ended up alone.
The last time I kissed someone my heart felt alone
and I never thought I would recover
but I hate drama.
And this day never has meaning,
and will never have because,
I'm a lonely soul.
-d.a

Red is the color of anger
That burns and boils and bubbles
It seethes and seems to soak into beauty
It is cold and fierce and fiery
And ironically
*red is the color of love

I'm vexed to stay
waking up
With a head full of holes.
Each day repeats its
Punishment
For things I can't recall.
Sleep till midday,
Curse the days wide expanse.
Scrape words from my skull,
Chop meat from my bones,
Sew my mouth shut.
Still it's not enough.
Trying to reach you
But there's no forgiveness
for this clumsy emotion.
I'm a cold fish,
Or loving beyond control.
Hold me, generously
Undo my buttons —
                  talk *****.
Lose control and find me.
I was something once.