Surviving
Valentines
I
wake to the sound of the postmans clatter
as
he delivers my fate
as
I chime and I chatter to sound out the natter of
waking
thoughts, eeking me out of my senses
my
fate is before me: an empty fortune cookie
the
whirring of senseless defences that cry out
to
me -'You're not getting anything this year'
-But
why?
''You're
not worth it” they say.
So
he says all he needed to say by his silence..
But
which silence is worse?That of knowing you're loved but not in the
right way? Or of not being able to love yourself?
This
valentine's sure to kill me,
Even
the dead can send messages
The
pain of losing lost valentines
gone,
but not forgotten
longed
for but not begotten
But
who'll deprive me survive me this Valentines Day?
Who'll
survive me?
That
is the question..
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