Day 1 – Valentine

I have two hours to write my first poem in ages and I can’t get a sentence in mind…

Gat damn this ticking time, gat damn this mind of mine…

Who the hell thought we could shine? That it would be a good idea to write about Valentines?

It’s torture of the masochistic kind, couldn’t we not have started on a simpler line?

 

Cause I really don’t know what to say about this massacre of a day…

Or why it’s even called a holiday, when I didn’t even stay home today…

Dammit Nate, why’d you play? This game ain’t going to go away…

And for the next 39 days, you got to stay away from being clichéd…

 

So I’m stuck, in a rut, and I just don’t give a…

Day one and my rhythm is rough, the topic not focused enough…

So I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow these words right out…

I think I’m figuring it out, the big bad just had to take a different route…

 

See I can take the easy road, and tell you how much she’s in my soul…

That I want to stay with her till we’re both grey and old…

That when she looks at me, my heart is not my own, it’s something breathtaking to behold…

And how just seeing her name on phone can make me smile, if you only knew…

 

But that ain’t me, skipping scenes, because I can’t even say her name openly…

It awakens inside me, a semblance of humanity…

This is a weakness that I always perceived…

Would be the utter and complete death of me…

 

So the easy road ain’t for me, crank up that difficulty…

Imma go to war with Gill and Shin Akuma, as I advance by myself in this life tree…

So this Valentine poem complexity? I defeated it with simplicity…

And telling you all honestly, that this day means nothing special, especially when she doesn’t even notice me…

 

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