Will you be my Valentines?
No.
Oh, okay.
You rip my heart out of my chest,
Pink ruffles and all,
And crumble it up.
You swish swish swish it into the trash,
You feel so powerful.
It lays there,
Bottom of the barrel,
Crumpled and beat black and blue.
The pink ruffles are now zig zag bright red.
It wheezes out in desperation.
I scramble to the bin,
Trying to scavenge the leftover pieces.
I pick through the trash,
I look ridiculous,
But I can fix this.
My fingers run over broken glass,
Paper, and even banana peels.
I find it,
The last remnants of my beating heart.
It’s still crumbled up,
But this can work.
I start from image.
I steam press it,
Whisper it sweet nothings,
And kiss it back to life.
It beats.
It beats,
It’s beating.
My heart is alive once more.
Will you be my Valentines?
Yes, heart, I will.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
Will you be my Valentines?
No.
Oh, okay.
You rip my heart out of my chest,
Pink ruffles and all,
And crumble it up.
You swish swish swish it into the trash,
You feel so powerful.
It lays there,
Bottom of the barrel,
Crumpled and beat black and blue.
The pink ruffles are now zig zag bright red.
It wheezes out in desperation.
I scramble to the bin,
Trying to scavenge the leftover pieces.
I pick through the trash,
I look ridiculous,
But I can fix this.
My fingers run over broken glass,
Paper, and even banana peels.
I find it,
The last remnants of my beating heart.
It’s still crumbled up,
But this can work.
I start from image.
I steam press it,
Whisper it sweet nothings,
And kiss it back to life.
It beats.
It beats,
It’s beating.
My heart is alive once more.
Will you be my Valentines?
Yes, heart, I will.
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