my valentine's day

Cupid's arrow? More like Cupid's rogue sock,

launched across the room during a pillow-fight brawl.

Valentine's Day dawned, a sugar-coated shock,

with lovey-dovey nonsense plastered on every wall.

I fumbled with a rose, thorns pricking my pride,

burned my fingers on a fancy heart-shaped candle.

(Honey, those things drip! Maybe stick to mason jars instead?)

Breakfast in bed: a pancake massacre,

syrupy rivers overflowing the plate.

"I love you!", I declared, with ketchup in my hair,

(Don't judge, Cupid's a messy little mate.)

The "grand romantic dance" turned into a trip hazard,

feet tangled in fairy lights, a disco ball on the fritz.

We laughed until we cried, then stumbled in the garden,

planting seeds of love between tomato and lettuce bits.

Forget fancy dinners, let's cuddle on the couch,

popcorn raining down like a buttery snowstorm.

Romantic comedy cliches filling the air,

as we fight over the last bite (of pizza, not each other, of course).

No sonnet for you, my love, just a silly rhyme,

scrawled on a napkin stained with chocolate and wine.

It's the laughter, the mess, the chaos in between,

that makes our love story uniquely obscene.

So raise a glass (of whatever's on hand), to love unrefined,

to mismatched socks and hearts forever entwined.

Happy Valentine's Day, my weirdo, my best friend,

here's to many more messy adventures, until the very end!