MY BLOODY VALENTINE

MY BLOODY VALENTINE

OH! Look what you’ve done my bloody Valentine,

The heart within your blood stained hands is mine,

You took it and ripped it straight from my chest,

Leaving me alone to suffer this slowly, awkward death,

Did it give you great pleasure to turn and do such a thing?

For I adored you and loved your every being,

Including your oddities and analytical quirks,

Now you besmirch it all with your silly little smirk,

“Life is pretty darn good” was your exact proclamation,

Sounds to me more like verbal masturbation,

You said to lash out, so I’ll do it the only way this mind knows,

I’ll take you down a notch through poetry and prose,

You weren’t the worst I’ve had but far from the best,

So when I sleep at night I definitely lose no rest,

I may be alone in life and with that I’m rather content,

You and others may see this as malicious intent,

I just see it as being consistent in my values that remain true,

You know, the values that separated me from you,

By the way, how was your night out in a house of ill repute?

Your values change with the tide, and seasickness makes me puke,

So shame on you my bloody Valentine,

For the stain of blood on your hands is mine!

-brad