It’s a year from the valentine’s day
that I wrote a poem,
so it is only right,
to write,
despite the lack of change.
I am in my own world,
repeating the same,
heartbreaking scenes
of my life,
unwanted thoughts,
that continue to live,
sparked by a song,
or a look.
Last Valentine’s day,
and the one before that,
I trusted the eyes,
But at this very moment,
even making eye contact
is incredibly difficult.
I’m not sad,
oh god no
I am not
SAD,
It’s just a day,
a week,
or more like a year
of introspection.
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