Valentine Mouth
Dear February they say you are all about love but
you make my head swim , letting my own words make a martyr of me
Im terrified of how they sound rolling off my tounge , so I decide not to speak
I dont know how to be loud enough to be loved
I gave you flowers and you return my gifts with madness
while the devil makes a fool of me hiding under my blankets , painting my face red with shame
He knows I'll never make peace with my own desires , but I'll pretend to be brave anyway
I should prefer the truth to emptiness
I dont know how to explain this to you
the reflection that feels nothing
I turn off the light and close the door
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