red, pink, and white cheap or expensive gifts from friends, family, or loved ones. some people are sad if they don’t receive one from anyone they know. a holiday celebrating couples, what about the single people? what would happen if you weren’t loved? what would happen? valentine’s day originated from women getting sold in a town square and hit and whipped after being bought.
it’s valentine’s day and i can’t help but think about what you’re doing, with her i ended up signing into your music app to mourn not expecting to come across that you’ve been listening to our breakup playlist after listening to those songs, the same songs i’ve been listening to for months scenarios swarm my mind possibly you’re having problems in your new relationship maybe i have a chance but i remind myself that you could just be listening to music because frankly, your music taste is beyond words like the song about caged birds, it’s really about how you had to find yourself after we ended things then there’s the one about how i never took the time to hear you out appreciate your love for me which is true these songs have so much pain and are so passionate every day that i listen to them it’s as if someone is stabbing me just like when i drive over the patch in the road from our first date my heart stops when i pass the place downtown where we would ride bikes i cant breathe but now you’re a free bird you’ve found yourself since me flying high in the sky above clouds of smoke definitely not thinking about me especially the way i think about you the way i’ve thought about you these past 259 days and will probably think about you for even longer all i can do is wait my timing was poor, i was oblivious to the love you felt for me and didn’t fight hard enough when we tried to fix things so you thought i didn’t care but i’ve listened to your songs every single day the ones you’re starting to listen to again and now i wish to know if you’re possibly wondering about what i’m doing today happy valentine’s day, my dear
life is full of things you’d never expect, and timing *****
tendons hang from this pit like strings dead meat dangles at the end dancing torn from the bone, ripped from myself mangled, **** gasping for breath, nothing is left flies infest and lay their eggs the worms consume my flesh the agony of being eaten alive then the birds come to feast more insult to injury but I claw and dig in creeping to safe haven never giving up
If you asked me how I feel (which no one does because no one cares) I could only describe my life as feeling like I was left for dead to be eaten
Seeing you is like opening an old door to sunshine and warm breeze, after hunkering indoors all winter.
Touching you is like diving into the ocean for the first time, the bubbles fizzling and the current playing with your toes.
Hearing your voice is like Home got up and started talking, and its favorite song is laughter.
Smelling you is the familiar scent I’ve always known but could never figure out from where, until I met you.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I delight in who you are and the place you have in my life. I love that we act like we just met and our love for each other is new every day. I want to fall in love with you over and over and over again forever.