alone and happy on the 14th i rise to the occasion; as it's beautiful rose
roses that are red, and violence not so new. sugar lips of a nightmarish diabetic kiss, but what stops a love sick fool
..i sit back, and watch the view
a heart made of steel someone stole your heart easily, cos you're leaving the windows of your eyes so open; there's going be a lot of robberies this Valentine's day
here's to a valentine red:
red as the flags of one you should avoid with caution red as the daring run of emotions being chased by a bull red as the tomato of a terrible first kiss, causing acid reflux red as the overdrawing of your account all to prove you value someone for a day
"would you be my Valentine," he asked her on his knees
A chuckle she gave, "tis these only few times I have a man on his knees, afterwards spoiling me with dinner and eating out"
he walked silently to the nook of my heart where i was most vulnerable. he ignited a candle light in a room that had been damp and gloomy. his thoughts were conveyed with a light touch. in his heart, he had nothing but love to give. his arms were a pleasant surprise. one who is not afraid to take risks. as time went on and despite my best efforts, i was becoming increasingly dwindling. my heart rate has slowed down.
i felt safe in his presence, and he shielded my emotions while strengthening his inner soul. he inspired me in my fierce battle against the knife of loneliness. his tender kiss washed over me. it was his palm that rested on my soul. in the hope of a new beginning on walkways painted in soft pastel colors scented with jasmine and marigolds, framed by the sunsets of deepest blue sky.
this is my random entry for the month of february. happy heart's month everyone!
Look, I’m ace. This is the first year I know this, which means it’s the first I know that I may never have a valentine. At least none in the traditional sense.
No lover to get me chocolates. Hubby to bring me flowers as we’re sitting by the fire. No homemade card to reclaim the capitalism of the so-called holiday all for ourselves.
Yet, what saddens me most, is that I don’t care at all.
I don’t feel sorry for the nine-year-old me who just knew that the picture she took during the class party with her one and only crush would be in the yearbook forever. The one she was ecstatic about, but always felt a little odd and she could never pin why.
I don’t long for the ability to love when the selfie he and I took a year ago popped up on my phone. The one I always knew was useless to take.
I don’t wish I had somewhere to be last night. My online community raised over 2.2 million dollars for charity, the most we’ve ever done. I painted for the first time in months, the first items of pride I’ve ever owned. A call from a friend that I haven’t seen since another time, another place, another me.
I used to love Greek mythology. I was a hopeless romantic. I blasted love songs and screamed them with all the air from my lungs.
And I still do. And I did. And I always will.
Because I know that love doesn’t only come in one shade of red. Because I always have loved purple.
Happy Valentine's day to my ex I will always smile at our pictures I will always find you funny I will always contemplate saying something to you when I see you I will make fun of you to my friends to help me cope I just wish that I hadn't completely lost you Towards the end, we weren't in a healthy relationship But I still miss you being my best friend I still miss texting you good morning and goodnight I hate that we have shut each other out Because no matter how much you ****** me off I wanted to be there Because you were my best friend
i miss the other parts of you i lost when i lost you