Lock the door tight,
Bolt the window shut,
Check in the closet,
And hide under the bed,
But it still isn’t enough.
The ghost of you creeps in,
Underneath the dark cover of the night,
Trapping me in a prison of my own making.
I can hear your voice in my sleep,
I can see your face when I’m all alone,
Yet still so many questions unanswered,
Do you still have the necklace I bought you?
Did you read the letter written from my bleeding heart?
I wish this holiday didn’t exist.
Our friendship was the best kind,
Two people leaning on each other,
When they couldn’t stand on their own,
I thought we were meant for life,
But we barely made it past a year,
Now all I have is this wretched reminder,
Poisoning the air everywhere.
I hope you’re all happy now,
With your plastic flowers,
With your castles built on pillars of chocolate,
And perfume-laden letters of lies.
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I hate to be a downer, but I hate to suppress my emotions even more. The truth is, there’s no running or hiding from triggers when they’re backed up by capitalism, and that’s just it. Why fight it when I can roll with it instead?
Sure, my soul sister’s gone. Sure, the Valentine’s Day commercials make me want to puke. (Shout out to my fellow aces, let me know if you feel the same or not in the comments below!) Sure, I haven’t received or sent a valentine in over 10 years.
I’ll make Valentine’s cards for my family and character friend anyway. I’m all about atoning for sins and this season smells like the perfect opportunity to let go of my mistakes.