February 14, 2023
I hate this time of year.
People parading around with their dears
while others spend time in tears.
I hate this Hallmark holiday.
I hate the cringey cards
and terrible movies.
I despise the red treats,
and how hearts beat.
Maybe I am the grinch of Valentine--
no one destined to be mine.
I sit on my mountain of snow
and look below--
disgust in my gut,
the doors to my heart shut.
I hate confessions of love,
especially the flying doves.
I gag at the extensive kisses and hugs.
Are others not bugged?
I glance at her,
then back to those cliché couples.
Just for a moment,
a singular moment,
my heart skips a beat.
I hate this time of year.
But I do not hate my dear.
I will not spend time in tears.
Instead I find myself
buying those dumb, cringey cards, and
the overly expensive chocolate bars.
I buy the roses
with scents filling noses.
I buy the sugary treats
and my face heats
as my "I love you's" repeat.
Although I hate this day,
this fairytale,
this celebration,
through and through,
I can never
will never
hate you.