On that special day of yours the one everyone loves, I walk around alone, hoping to see a heart.
A heart that smiles at each glimpse of one of those stupidly beautiful red roses. A heart that burns at each small card that's gifted, with beautiful words written inside. A heart that fills with joy at each kind word that's pronounced. Even though it's not meant for them.
It never is.
A hopeless romantic; a heart that always seems to whisper "Why not me?".
A heart like mine.
On that fucking special day that makes me believe I am not enough. Not enough to receive one of those roses, one of those cards. Not enough for you.
But I smile. Because love is devastatingly beautiful. Bittersweet, hopeless.
It makes everything burn.
Burn to ashes as the fire consumes my heart. My poor heart that still loves you,
My dear valentine.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
