I hate V-Day.....

Don't you feel like spinning out of control,
Screaming, begging "somebody save me,"
Baby, there's no one there.
Your home alone, again.
Do you cry from your eyes or your mouth?
If you don't want the world to see you,
Then why are you being; acting like such a hypocrite?
"I hope you choke" never meant a thing.
If you want an empty diary, go home.
Left me; leave me here, standing.
Run a knife down your wirst, does this feel like love?
Oh, you know it's not love...

Oh darling dear, I hope you "slip down the stairs" just by "accident" on that ice that "wouldn't be there in July".
Only I know the secrets between the lines.
Sometimes I think that one kiss, my only ever kiss, that I shared with you is nothing.
My lips may have been kissed once but I consider them virgins.
Because they've never been touched out of love.
Or even out of lust.
Just by accident.
My experience with lips was so brief, so quick.
Sometimes I think I imagined it.
Just a slip of fantasty.
Just a drop of what I wish was.
Just a brush of lips he'd forgotten about.
But I won't forget.
His lips are poisonous, but fuck, I loved it.
So let's start from scratch.
I want to start with
Hello.
My.
Name.
Is.
And I want to begin at
Just.
One.
Date.
Please.
Let's forget for one day that you killed me, or that those steps you slipped on in July don't exsist.
Let me, let you live.
Or vice versa?
I'm having trouble breathing.
Call 911.
I'm letting go.


I really hate this day!
More Later...