Ah... Valentine's Day. Another Hallmark Holiday created to make those
without feel lonlier than they already are... and bring back
memories that stay tucked away in a white box under the bed.
Candy, cards, ribbons, and flowers. I'll send you a black rose
with poisoned thorns and a carton full of arsenic laced
chocolates. I'll watch you eat one, and as the venom pulses
through your veins. You'll grab on to my sleeve and with one
dying breath, whisper "I hate you." And I'll say, "me too" and
Tomorrow, I'll be the bitter one, walking the campus streets--head down
with a frown. Don't bump into me. Don't you fucking dare
say "Happy Valentine's Day."
You just might get stabbed.