And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.

I bet you thought that this was about Valentine's Day...
but instead, it's about reality:
how we bleed for those we love,
how we bleed for our friends
our family
our acquaintances.
But then, Valentine's Day comes along,
masquerading as a solution,
a promise for things getting better,
but instead,
we wind up dead or worse,
our wrists painted red and
we're crying in the corner
just wishing we were
dead.

It's so hard,
to be the perfect daughter
to be the cause of their laughter
to be the sun in an endless black sky.
It's so hard,
to be a good example
to always be the shoulder to cry on
when all that you want to do
is just ******* die.