I'm Sorry, Oh, Dear Valentine

i never know what you are thinking,

but somewhere in the midst of all the sinking,

the thought still surfaces

that there is still a life to live.

yet, the sun is dull and the colors fade,

and when i look at the mess these hands have made,

i am filled with quite a dreadful sadness,

knowing that there is nothing left but madness,

behind this cold, steel heart of mine.

i’m sorry, oh, dear Valentine,

oh, how dreadful sorry.

yet, the words can never leave my lips,

and the sounds will only choke on gasps,

and every move i make only further rips

away the illusion of a mask.

the beast keeps stirring under skin,

if you will, alert the next of kin.

i have yet to go but knowing so,

my only thought is of my Valentine.

so choke on red,

and splatter it across the pages,

of a heart better off dead.

there is nothing that can save it.

this cold, steel heart of mine

is hardly beating.

i’m sorry, oh, dear Valentine,

the time is only fleeting.

how fragile a heart must be then,

to break so often, again and again.

i’m sorry, oh, dear Valentine,

oh, how dreadful sorry.