Valentines Day Is Gone.
(inspired from the RB hit song by Kris Cain - Valentines Day is Gone)
By:Spekz.
Love is always true
on Valentines Day.
Deflated Hearts,
Fall from poet trees
Kissing pebbles
Spitting dirt – Lies.
Through cries of apologies.
Sorry Baby? – Why apologize?
Back becomes present,
Mocking your stares.
Foot steps trace sorrow,
Steadily walking out on air.
Who cares -
Fading into a scenic back drop,
The sun setting,
Your heart – melting.
Remember when,
Your lips formed hearts
And your words sang.
Remember when,
Flowers rained
And showers poured
of sexual intimacy.
Remember when,
I wore your truth
Around my neck
Like hugging arms.
…I bet your thinking about it
Tears bouncing on feathers,
Ashamed to show their faces.
The phones rings…
I sit at attention,
Tense; drenched in sweat
Fingering whore-ish tears,
Who have mind fucked
This poor bastard,
Who after much thought
Is more in love
With his cheating ex sweet-heart.
Then ever before.
Was cupid calling?
Finally, after a deep breath
Of intoxicating courage…
…I answered.
Sobs crept through
Tiny tunnels; torturing me instantly.
I remained silent – A Man.
Listening to her breathing calm,
She whispered, barely traceable
Im sorry – faint and cute.
I love you – Laced with truth.
Time birthed seconds,
Silence humbled by sensual breaths
And then….
…An arrow shot through me.
Speaking on the tip of love
A powerful surge erected my nerve…
.
.
.
…and I spoke as though
the words fought to be released for centuries.
I know baby, I know!
I love you – Let me show you!
I Wrote you a poem,
And it reads.
Valentines day is gone.
You’re a cheating whore,
Hate consumes me,
Fuming angry mobs
Of aggressive sobs
Armed with emotions
Spilt from the heart
You harpooned,
By fucking another dude
After we spent a day
Produced for lovers
And spoke all afternoon
In hopes that someday
We would get married,
And be very much in love.
Now, im heated –
Retreating on you
Staring at a ceiling
That reminds me of you…
…then again, everything reminds me of you…
your tantalizing smile,
moist lips laced in cinnamon flavored chap-stick,
hair so golden and perfect
the wind often caresses it,
o and how your body curves
soft and gentle around me…
…as though a piece to my puzzle.
(a word begins, only to flat line off the page)
for the phone rang,
I sit at attention
Tense, drenched n sweat…….
…..Valentines Day is gone.
It was perfect – Unlike you.
I hate you….
.
.
.
Actually,
No, I must forgive you
I Must have you,
Your love, your body.
Be Mine,
Bottle your Love
And be my rose.
Valentines Day Is gone
And I Still Love you.