Unvalentined

it's become rather predictable, with all the flowers sprayed

a holiday, inventional, to keep the sellers paid

a day set, wholly acceptable, putting romance on parade

February fourteenths sentimental, and they call it valentines day

seems we're all susceptible, as subtle as a snake or razorblade

bound to get us all in trouble, wearing a lovers accolade

what seems harmless and elemental, leaves you needing a band-aid

affections turned to rituals, handled like a hand grenade

everyone is expendable, you can't escape unscathed

first blood is unforgettable, until everyone is maimed

so hold on to you receptacle, not everyone enjoys getting sprayed

the carnage can be survivable, when love is written on a heart shaped page

***

it was unintentional, this new ritual we played

it seemed so unconventional, setting in stone the rules we made

at first it was conceptional, with every single option weighed

and then it became ineffable, and now will always be this way

at first, we were inseparable, at night I'd hear you call my name

the mood was sweet and sensual, my satin dress, your jacket, suede

we were young and quite impressionable, swearing we'd never play the game

both so far from tenable, now neck-deep in this charade

love appeared ascensional, pulling us out into the fray

even multidimensional, we didn't know to be afraid

fireworks displayed a festival, not knowing how we'd be betrayed

we found it hard being sensible, when everything begs the game be played

your kisses were delectable, I was a fool for you, self-made

my walls were once impenetrable, but your touch washed them all away

so deep and now immeasurable, I gladly joined the masquerade

the need we felt, unquenchable, and so began our escapade

you were always dependable, you swore that we would never change

your deeds, kind and commendable, loving me, with your eyes of jade

you placed me upon a pedestal, where you said I'd always stay

your heart transparent and expressional, I never doubted what you'd say

I was lost, feeling incredible, oh how far my heart had swayed

your attention always accessible, you were never far away

your smile so bright and exceptional, you were everything I prayed

I was once dark and so skeptical, but you cleared up any stain

changing my empty to plentiful, kept safe within your garden gate

my heart became immeasurable, much like the grinch on Christmas day

then becoming epochal, as the winds began to change

my feelings turning pessimal, a darkness in me seemed to invade

like the changing of a decimal, the value no longer the same

another rising jezebel, when you called another's name

the ache was incomparable, I had never felt such pain

I became a spectacle, the voice inside, could not be contained

the thoughts I had, detestable, feelings I tried hard to dissuade

but with cupid un - condemnable, the judge made his verdict plain

I was sentenced to this specticle, til death, I heard him say

my heart trembled like a drum and my body began to shake

I knew I was like a tentacle about to be severed, served and ate

so I became contemptible and got the hell out of that place

I ran and ran so flexible, that you'd never know my age

I found myself in the confessional, begging the pastor for some aid

he said my actions were defendable, love wasn't meant to be this way

furthermore, love's multi dimensional, better yet, it's custom made

though valentine's day is ethical, not everyone wants to play

so he said you need to be bendable, and see things in different ways

it's ok NOT to be a couple on this made up holiday

but he won't excuse being contestable, because love IS love either way

***

The moral of this story: there's nothing wrong with rituals...but valentine's day sucks...:) JK, or am I? That's up to you

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