if only my mouth could
marry a hurt like that...!
you're an inspiration for
all the words i will never
say voluntarily
i hand you my
paper cut-out heart
as if it's a
cracked heirloom
trying to find
just one word
to describe this...
valentine
i didn't want the
flowers!
i wanted to lie with you
with
empty hands
the roses are too red!
they hurt my eyes and
eat all my air
that color does me
no good
i should have murdered this,
that murders me
valentine...
valentine...
don't be my valentine