Valentine’s Day.

I know you think I’m stupid
for always telling you I love you
at the worst times

like this morning
when your heart was hurting
after we’d pulled so hard on its strings

you had started to unravel
down to a naked tear
spelling confusion on your cheek

leaving a wet trail of all that was wrong
with distances and futures
and uncertainties

looking like a lost child in a haunted forest
and I’m here, all lost for words
except I love you

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