The hearts are red,
The teddy bears beige,
Roses on lockers,
Cards slipped inside,
Bring smiles to faces
Of girls with bright eyes.
They drool over the pink,
And drawl over the guys,
Their hearts awaiting
Some sweet lullaby
Sung by their dream guy.
‘He’s not coming’
I long to say,
To scream in their faces.
So naive and yet
I envy them
As they smile I wish I could
Delude myself into dreaming,
Hoping,
Wishing.
I’d wake up early,
Spend hours on my hair,
Smile until it hurt.
Yet I can’t bring myself to
Go through with it.
‘It’s too Hallmark-y,’
I always say,
‘Not worth the effort’.
But still I wonder,
If I could believe in the hearts,
The bears and flowers,
Could I have a happy Valentine’s Day?
With chocolate and giggles?
No.
Yes.
Maybe…?
Tags: day, envy, gift, naive, valentine, valentine's, valentine's day
I am anti-Valentines day. This is so true, very relatable and honest. I loved this. You have such a strong voice in all your poetry.
A few commments:
1) I agree with Tyra, especially about the honesty and strength.
2) “They drool over the pink, and drawl over the guys”
…what a great line. (And there are others here, too.)
3) Again, what I like so, so much here is that attitude, that little biting bit of sarcasm (I think that’s what I called it in an earlier post) which I commented on before.
4) I hope the giggles and chocolate make their way to you.
Thanks, Tyra.
I’m not really anti-Valentine’s day, but it always has kind of irritated me.
Thanks, Mr. Stidham. I believe you said biting sarcasm, if not it was very similar. I hope so too, but I’ll probably be a cat lady by then.