Valentine
Valentine.
Don't worry darling
It hurt beyond belief.
Remember how
You would buy me roses and
Tell me I was more beautiful or
That you could never get tired
Of looking at my face.
Don't worry darling
You got all that you wanted
You left, so you did get tired and now
You don't exist to me.
My heart went cold
Black and tired just like
Those roses wilting on my kitchen table.
January 18th 2023.
Copyright © Sorcha Devine | Year Posted 2023
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