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cait-cait Feb 2016
i don't blow kisses,
nor do i send hearts
made of broken paper construction
and lots of missing parts
someone said my mom should be sad since she's single and i just?? anyway happy late vday. i really like the jingle bells we put on cats collars.
As we sit alone drinking wine that was meant for two.
I am reminded again that I'm an idiot.

Honestly given my track record you probably knew
that I can’t be trusted when it comes to my heart, period.

I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t mind getting a sleeve wet,
who would blacken eyes, and ****** knuckles for a smile.

I would stay up all night without a single regret.
Heck for her I look forward to the extra mile.

Yet when it comes time to actually ask her out
I choose not to, so we both sit bored on the weekend.

Another day wasted since I won’t ask for a hangout.
To be honest this pattern is becoming a trend.

She deserves more than what ifs. The chance to answer yes
instead of dealing with my mentally assumed no.
For all the people who didn't have a valentine because they never asked for one
I've heard people say countless times that Valentine's Day isn't easy for everyone

referring of course to the single people out there

but my name was never mentioned regardless of my relationship status,

because I was a special situation

three years ago to the day, my mother committed suicide

three long and somehow short years ago my mother took both her life, and a good chunk of mine

no chocolates

flowers

cards

or "I'm sorry"

can make me have a Happy Valentine's Day

on days filled with roses and kisses,

my day will be filled with sobs of regret and glimpses of similarities in mine and my mother's situation,

the desire for everything to stand still

on days filled with romance and anticipation you can find me trying my best to stay distracted, and failing at it one hundred percent.

on days of love, you can find me wishing for death.
Ash Rose Feb 2016
~love~                ~is in~
the air, a wonderful thing
that covers me up with
it's wandering eyes
and tells me to
stay.
I don' even know... I was bored
Mario Cervantes Feb 2016
.          When I was lost at sea
                 I wasn't hungry
                 I wasn't thirsty
                 How could I be
        If water was all I could see
                  I wasn't mad
                   I wasn't sad
                We can all agree
       A final smile in abundant glee
                   I didn't swear
                    I didn't care
                At last I'am free
All I needed was for you to be with me
Happy Valentine's Day
Free Bird Feb 2016
No words do this just
It shall remain underwritten
But to sum it all up;
Darling, I'm smitten
Inspired by this lovely holiday.
Tab Feb 2016
Love is just another word
4 letters
A chemical reaction
Dopamine, addictive as *******
Norepinephrine, adrenaline
Serotonin, can make one temporarily insane
Love is a science, not a poem
Its not passion its a reaction
This is an explanation
Not a love poem
I don't want to love you anymore
Lost Feb 2016
It may be Valentine's Day, but once again, I find no love, just salt.

You see,

I was taught at a young age,
You need to learn to love yourself before you can love anyone else.
Now a boy came along one day,
Made me believe in love myself.
But that love left me locked in a cage,
Unable to breathe, suffocating slowly,
Made to feel nothing but lonely.
I was trapped but not his only.
Just another doll on his shelf,
Not wanted and not needed, they say.
And I will never have a Valentine myself.
For one will ever stay.

I've become dependent and needy,

And it's all his fault.
ConnectHook Feb 2016
Horror of horrors!   Dark lady,  it’s you again

Abbess of shadow and sinister sprite.

Pray show me, sweet Nelida, how to express myself:

Passion?   Pure malice?    Or ****** by fright…

You opened the dungeons where dreams slept desireless

Vanquished my sleep of misogynist night.

A sepulchral shudder enlivens my being:

Liquescent infernoes of Gothic delight.

Elevation celestial or depths of despair –

No middle to stand on beholding your visage

The firmament drops as I swing in the air.

In this fall, or this orbit, show mercy, bright maiden

Nor quench solar fires with lunar disdain.

Eclipsing at zenith, you blacken my brain.
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