Valentine's Day

A Valentine's day poem I wrote for all you love birds out there. I hope you enjoy.

Valentines day.
It’s the worst day of all.
There are people in love
giving chocolates so small.

They’ll be wrapped up in red
with a big fancy bow,
and be sitting in your mailbox
with a cute little note.

And all of the while,
as you kiss and you smile,
I’ll be locked in my room
without regard or beguile.

Schindlers List will be on,
Bon Iver in the air,
Ben and Jerrys “half baked”,
crying “life isn’t fair”.

I’ll be tossing and turning
and screaming with fright,
that I’ll never find love
which I hate, with much spite.

I’ll tear down all my posters
that talk about love.
And why not, screw all hope,
down come olive, down come dove.

And I’ll write a PostSecret
in my own scrawling blood,
Reading, “No one ever loves me!
No one ever does!”.

And I’ll cross my t’s,
and I'll dot my i’s,
and finish it with a heart
that has two X’s for eyes.

And after I’m finished,
after all this is done,
I’ll be dripping with sweat
and realize, “Love Actually's on!”

So I’ll curl on my couch,
filled with joy and delight,
and prepare myself
for a long happy night.

And as the credits roll,
with a smile on my face,
I'll think of Hugh Grant or Colin Firth
and what they’d do in my place.

I'll get up off the couch,
put all my things away.
And I'll think happily to myself
“I can’t wait for next Valentine’s Day!”.

Andrew Christoffel