Everything that fades

Cupid's day

They want me to write a poem about my valentine.
They want to know the little things you made me feel when you were still mine.
But I know better.
When we were still together,
pain and tears were all I could remember.
No, I won't write about you anymore.
You don't deserve my rhyming words and metaphor---
not even a line.
I'm done,
moved on
and long gone.
I still have gifts for you, though.
Here's a bouquet of dried flowers
and a bunch of hate letters
that you deserve.