Valentine

Valentine

A Poem by maya_online
"

I hate the roses, but I want to love.

"
(I HIGHLY recommend audio)
February 14th. 
I love roses,
the chocolate, I
love the love, which
stays stagnant in
the air like a puff
of tobacco
on a cold evening.

February 14th.
My mother calls
me every valentine,
every valentine she tells
me how much she wishes she
could see me.
Every valentine, I saw her smile
falter only for
a moment, the warmth leaving
but she would pick 
it right back up, as
if it was only the idea of
sadness that I'd imagined.
/
February 14th.
My mother missed a call,
which is strange,
and I'm so used to tradition and
ritual at a young age, but I
don't question it.
Because my mother has
always loved me
even if I haven't seen her
in person
since I was born,
I know she has,
because every valentine she
would call.
//
February 14th.
I was in the car,
I remember,
driving home
after a long day
with my family
my father's face
hung low
but he still managed
to ask about my day.
As I grew, I knew when
he was going to tell me
something bad,
but I was 10,
I couldn't read the words
he was about to tell me, 
until they fell from his lips,
until I felt my heart
fall, too.
//
February 14th.
My mother died, 
there was no funeral,
she was cremated, 
I'd never seen her in my life
and I would never
see 
her
again.
I cried, but what for?
Crying for something I
didn't know?
For moments which could have
passed?
For time we could have
spent?
I cried, and I remember looking
at the obituary,
and seeing the words
written in
dark black ink, as
if it knew how my heart
felt as it 
bled.
I read the date:

February 14th.
I f*****g hate roses,
I hate the red of the
petals, the
red they spared my mother
of as they burned
her sad corpse.
I f*****g hate chocolate,
the chocolate of her skin
the chocolate which was
sweet like her smile.
I f*****g hate love.
I wanted to be loved.
I wanted my mother
at my side, loving me
with all of her big
heart, but now
that heart has
been encased in 
a ceramic pot,
in the corner of some
room, as people continue to live
and breathe, as they celebrate 
love every year.
I will never f*****g forget, 
and if I do, I'll know to remember
it every time I see
a red heart balloon
floating in the air, the
air filled with love
love and my quiet, 
disgusting,
hateful, 
despair. 

February 14th.
I still wait for her
calls, her smile,
large and warm
big and inviting.
I still wait for that
feeling in my heart,
which pools at the bottom
of my stomach.
That feeling when I get a
box of chocolate or
a card,
where I get roses, 
and a hug.
But it never comes,
it never comes,
yet year round,
Valentine does.
I want someone to fix
me.
Make my heart whole
again, love fully,
understand completely.
But I know it's impossible,
because as it does every year,
and every year it still will,
the month will roll by,
so will the lovers, and my
calendar will always read,

February 14th.

© 2024 maya_online


Author's Note

maya_online
https://voca.ro/17JdCu5Iv4NT
I truly think reading this with the audio will be worthwhile.
I feel the death of my mother played a huge part in why I express how I feel in writing, I don't even write poems if I'm being honest, but she did, so sometimes makes me feel closer to the woman I never knew, but hope someday, as time passes, and as the February passes by, I will, even if it's not now.

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I got teary eyed with this one Maya. Very heart wrenching stuff! I lost my mom too soon too but your situation is much more intense and an imprint on your heart.

Your writing stands out here.

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maya_online

1 Day Ago

Thank you, you're too kind, losing a parent is always hard, just know I am here for you, whenever !
Wow. I mean like...s**t. I've never lost my mother, and I'm sure I would die without her, so hearing your experience made my heart sink at the thought of my own mother, the way you weave your words together to portray such a image for your readers is...crazy.

Your voice, which I'm sure i've said before, is so crazy attractive, with you being a writer, reading it out makes it hit twice as hard, somehow you seem sorrowful and unapologetic all in the same. I'm beginning to notice how you use repeated phrases to really make your poems impact readers, and it can only work for you, simply put, you don't use big terms to describe how your feeling, and while usually I can't sit through long poems, whenever I read yours, I feel upset they don't keep going. Gorgeous work.


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maya_online

1 Day Ago

Hi, Cain! Lol, thanks for the help on making my new account, and thank you for your words, you shoul.. read more
cain_notfound

19 Hours Ago

Of course, as I always mean it Maya, I'm planning to write today, but I know you were looking for a.. read more

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