Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day


I wonder at the inner workings of your mind,

Your true intentions at the start,

Remain unknown to me, even now.




For Valentine's Day, you cut out my heart

And placed it on your empty plate.

By candlelight, you carefully carved it

Into a thousand little pieces,

But upon tasting the tenderness,

Decided it was not to your liking.




While I, left with only this hollow place

Where my heart once was, so full of life

And love, could only watch helplessly,

As you scraped your plate clean of me.

The remains falling away, one by one,

Coldly discarded, like just so much trash.




Waiting for some words of comfort from you,

Wanting to know what was to become

Of our long anticipated love,

I sat silently, as the candles continued

To burn, their soft light casting long shadows

Over the once romantic scene.






You never returned to the table,

Choosing instead to leave, taking

The truth with you, and leaving me alone

To wonder, and watch while hot wax dripped

Onto the table, as the flame slowly died,

And the room descended into darkness.




Silence is a painful and wicked weapon,

And one you know how to use well,

A highly specialized form of torture,

Reserved for the especially cruel.


MWA
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