Valentine

I want to serenade you and openly profess my love

I can see so clearly the potential of what we could be in my mind

Not just the physical, but a friendship and partnership, a strong foundation

Building a life and a love that the sun couldn’t outshine

I want to beg on my knees for you to give me the opportunity to be your woman

Even though the logical part of me knows that you’ll never be mine

I know I’m chasing a ghost of a chance and I should give up

But I fell hard, and my heart aches for you, that’s the bottom line

And I miss you every day, but it seems like the loneliness and longing hit harder on Valentine’s

I want to see your face, hear your voice, touch your skin, taste your lips

And for you to want me back and admit it, which doesn’t seem so out of line

I’m letting my youth slip through my fingers, growing older and admittedly more jealous

As I see the happy couples in my feed going out this week to wine and dine

I want the cards and flowers and chocolates and teddy bears

But more so your attention, your affection, and your time

I might get a couple gifts, but this year I’ll know better than to get my hopes up that they’re from you

I’ll feel sorry for myself for being home alone when I got offers and it was my own choice to decline

And I’m willing to wait for you, but it seems like the willpower’s weaker and temptation's stronger on Valentine’s

I want to know how you really feel and what you think and why you won’t let me in

Going on three years in some type of relationship that you won’t acknowledge, much less define

The sting of rejection almost daily and the intrusive thoughts that I’ll live and die alone

That nobody loves, wants, or cares about me, when it’s really just you who’s blind

I want to slap da shit outcha, tell you off, and just move on

I’ve let you dismiss me and take me for granted, where will I draw the line?

When will I demand what I deserve and drop you for someone who’s ready and willing to be with me?

Maybe I’ll finally do something about it when I grow a spine

But it won’t be this year, and I’ll be listening to love songs crying again, wishing you were my Valentine