Friday morning and I crack with the unruly sun.
My tears not dried and I can't believe that you think it
makes sense to leave. I spend my time wishing that I
didn't have to run. Your confusion makes rafts of my
puplis hazel-green. And with those words you cracked
the shell with high and low pressure. Are breaking
bones and doors as I write you this note, I only wish
I could hold you on this February day.
And each word I cough is bold with bravado and bites
like the wind...
That blankets the bare treetops outside your room,
And freezes the sap that runs up its spine.
Yes, it is the shards of me that are ripping this card,
And wetting all its ink that bleeds out onto your carpet
now. I can't believe you left today and I hope that I
can win this race, Because I know I'm not that fast,
and I know I'm not that big. And the glare of your
stare that melts me as I drip, drip, drip
Like the chocoloate I couldn't buy you for Valentine's
day. So this song I did write you and the fall of
your brown hair, Layered, almost nautical against the
sky. Sail me to the horizon as I bask,
In your cloudless eyes.
Won't you see me on this hallmark holiday.
(I don't know if I can, I just don't feel the same)
Oh but how can feelings like that change?
(Don't you see you're an idealist and you'll never be
happy acting this way?)
Just take this token and leave me all by myself.
(I will but listen...)
I want you to keep this valentine until the day you die.
(I'm sorry)
I want you to keep this valentine until the day you die,
To remind you that someone would have died for you.