An ode to the 14th

Alone on this wretched day
Surrounded by colors that fill me with rage
They speckle the landscape like zits on the grass
White, pink, red - such lies those colors tell
"The love of another and romance bring life"

Your loves will die out if not this year then next
And you'll grasp for another to "cure" you
What victims you are
To the whims of the world
That chain you to feelings of love and acceptance

In loneliness you can't cope
But in companionship you don't live
Be alone for once, let the pangs take hold
Embrace what you run from
Before all turns to ash

Is it worth it for you?
The pain of rejection, the hurt of the let down?
I live with one pain steady and slow
But your life is a pile of baggage
A repetition of failures
A pattern of disappointments
Your wings are clipped; your life unlived
And you don't even know it

© 2005 Matt Naylor