14th

What is a valentine to me?

Just another

Ordinary Thursday

That might be heartache

Or maybe plain “okay”

But what different

Does it makes?

When I’m wide awake

In the midst of a shipwreck

Trying to unveil

This wicked braille

From your lips

Of proofread scripts

I want to murder

Every sound

Of your murmur

That squeals out

A Pathetic beggar

Begging for mercy

Oh mercy me

Gosh you’re such a coward

Bury yourself

With all that bragging

That turned soured

What’s the point

Of reassuring me

That this would be

A happy glee

When I am here

Pretending and acting

That the garden is blooming

And the birds

Is humming

When all the flowers

You’ve plucked

Is dead and dry

All the birds

Is bled and cried

Can you repeat the question?

What is Valentine again?

12.2.2019