Some of you may prefer
to get your dose of bitter
from the dark chocolate
you will get tomorrow
in those heart-shaped boxes,
but personally? I prefer
to make bitter a key part
of my personality.
Picked Last
I’d rather be picked last
in every game of kickball
for the rest of my life
than face yet another
Valentine’s Day single,
knowing once again
that no one picked me.
Most Lonely Feeling of All
This time of year is always hard for me.
I see everyone around me in love
and more than anything I wish I could be.
I can’t even walk in a Walmart for
at least another two weeks, minimum,
because to see all of those shelves full of
trinkets that to show how much you care
remind me how little no one in my life does.
I’m not saying that a $5 stuffed animal
or a stale heart box of chocolates
measures how much some one loves you,
but when you have none of those things,
it makes it glaringly obvious to all
that I have not a person in my life
that was even willing to give it a try
and that it the most lonely feeling of all.
Flowers
Just because Miley says
I can buy myself flowers
does not mean that
I should have to.
Trinkets
It makes my heart so sad
to hear all these girls talk
about what they want
(and will probably get)
for valentines day.
They want flowers
and cards
and chocolates
and candies
and teddy bears
and big gestures
and I am insanely jealous.
Not of the things they’ll get,
because stupid trinkets
from an aisle at Walmart
don’t interest me.
I envy their status;
their position;
the fact that they are
in a place where they can
have and set expectations
such as these meaningless items
because all I want
are three short words
but I will never hear them.
Instead, I’ll get three different words instead:
you’re not enough.
And I never will be.
Dawning Day
These days, I seem to be falling apart.
My leg, my arm, and now my heart.
Just when everything seems to fall in place,
It explodes right up in your face.
You think that you have it all,
But you’ve really been set up to fall.
It feels like the world has come to an end,
But I realize my wounds will mend.
I’ll stand up and be on my way,
Going forward into the dawning day.
In Bliss
To read my book, I begin
As the sun warms my pale skin.
Surrounded by just blue sky.
Not a single cloud goes by.
My blanket is on the hill.
The wind blows, I get a chill.
A stick is poking my ass.
Flowers sprout up from the grass.
Squirrels in trees are calling.
Bugs on the ground are crawling.
Boys play soccer in the field.
Planes fly by from our airfield.
Hammocks hang between trees.
Frisbees floating on the breeze.
Friends are gathered for picnics.
Let’s forget the politics.
Take some time to enjoy this;
Spend time living in bliss.
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