I am just like her—
Trapped in a sea of white.
My mind is just as frayed—
My heart just as sliced.
By the glittering blades
That contrived all her words.
The letters of her thoughts,
Locked—in all her Mirth.
Her poetry—screams of Despair,
Lie there—lonely—on the shelf,
I can see the parallels
Between that tortured girl,
And myself.
it's only february
and look at this world,
i want to know if we'll
get through all of this.
and on the other side
will i be still standing,
or will i keep falling like i am now,
i hate valentine's day:
i used to be a hopeless romantic
and maybe that's why i want to hide
in a corner, staying unnoticed.
i love valentine's day:
i used to love chocolate box
"What's your favorite flavor?"
My dad hands me an array of lollipops:
Blue, pink, purple and orange,
And I instinctively go for the orange one.
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