Her eyes are swollen;
this wasn't the first time...
I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...
Heart beating fast,
Vision moving slow...
This could be one of the saddest realties I've...
or the purest form of truth I've ever known...
Its hard to pretend you're happy
When all you feel is pain...
Sometimes amidst
the chaos of life...
I shudder as I feel
Your fingers trail my arm...
Like the pooling of the tides,
brutal waters advance and retreat...
I'm tired of the pain and tired of the hurt
I thought he liked me because all we did was flirt...
Dear Valentine,
There's something about February that...
All the phone calls,
all the texts...
Late one evening
both filled with solemnity and sorrow...