It’s Valentines Day and I’m sick as a dog,
The only heart beats in sync are mine and the pulsing of the heater.
I had a boy once,
We all will have a boy once,
And then we will spend a Valentines Day sick as a dog,
And realize how lonely we we are yet how perfectly comfortable loneliness can be,
When you have a heater.
The ball dropped and so did my heart. I could feel my feet grow heavy as my body sank downwards. I pulled myself back up. I realized that a new year has started. Already. I have been wasting so much time wallowing in self pity. When you decided I wasn’t good enough. I believed you. I’ve been throwing a fit you know. My deep brown eyes are empty of their shimmer. No one calls me bubbly anymore. Why am I acting so cold and tough? No one approaches me. Just because you disowned me doesn’t mean I should disown myself. Where am I? It’s time I picked myself up off the floor and realized it’s a new year. Time to start fresh and be me. So here I am five days after New Years Eve and I feel more me than I’ve felt since you’ve left. Thank god.