a little more educated,
very well deliberated,
my heart...
now hangs emancipated-
and will not go to waste.

Artistically determined to create
homemade valentines
cut with precision
like your lips
meeting mine,
saturated with color-
of all things bright
wishing on stars
with each letter I write,
painting soft lines
like my fingertips
meeting your collar bones
Oh,
If only I wasn't alone
We could kiss
and create
A homemade valentine of our own.

One by one
I pluck them out
Of the rapid-
Boiling water
softening their skin
like salt water to a corpse.
Slippery little suckers
who I stab with my fork
with an excitement to eat them.
Oh, Peking ravioli-
You're delicious!

:)

Your satellite couldn't save us-
the burn from the radiation
leaves us stinging
like wounded soldiers
from a world war,
a battle
between
you
and
your
satellite.

A battle of miscommunication
lost in translation while hoping
for things to be right-

You're a
lost astronaut
in the night
looking for a reason
for flight
blaming things
that don't feel right
while disappearing from sight-
You're a broken satellite.

i'm a star catcher,
and you're a star.

fish
on
a
hook
waiting
to
be
freed,

oh
the
irony
of
catch
and
release.

I'm having a pitty party
with an exclusive guest list.

Me is bringing the heartbreak,
the ******* that she can't let go of from her past...

Myself is hosting with alcoholic beverages that I is going to ignore in attempt to do the right thing.

It should be...
Interesting.