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The soil has been tainted.
I reek of tears and decay.
This rose has been picked.
It must be Valentine’s Day.

I could now honestly say.
It was too good to be true.
Was it ever really true?
This I never knew.

My fragrant body has dehydrated.
I’m all but wilted and gray.
My petals start to crack.
In the most excruciating way.

I fear Valentine’s Day.
My heart looks like stained-glass.
You’ve stained my glass crimson.
I grieve with your omission.

Yeah, out of 1000 corpses.
You chose me to pluck.
Spare me your broken promises.
“I just don’t give a fuck!”

I paint my face everyday.
Concealing my decay.
It’s easier to hide this way.
From the games people play.

It’s almost Valentine’s Day.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
The truth is I still cry over you.
It’s not safe for me to miss you.

I take refuge in my disintegration.
I’m looking so fake and cosmetic.
Birth only results from destruction.
The vulnerable always get tricked.

Seduced by illusion.
Sickened by confection.
Regurgitating confusion.
Short-lived affection.

Only on Valentine’s Day.
Dose a rose fade this way.
My stem has been separated.
I burn with hatred.