Valentine’s DayA Poem by lovelymarina
It was valentine’s day.
Another bromide excuse for hedonists to indulge in acts broken before them- without understanding the concepts, the yearning to participate in an attachment soon to plunge, without penance. That's how he viewed the world- but I longed for it. I longed for it, alright. I wanted to feel noticed, loved, and seen- with an (obscure gaze) to personalize the emotions felt throughout divinely. That's what made me feminine, curious in nature, and loving at touch. I wanted it all, he didn't. Instead, he'd drown out the nonsense in the attic with a fifth of jack and a bottle of vodka for the lady, pull out his laptop, and write about cheap blondes getting fucked on pills. I ripped a page from his notebook and sat at the other desk, my hands on my head… How did I get here? © 2021 lovelymarinaReviews
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