7. (the west end)

there’s only pain

on the day of love,

a holiday

where i only wanna

hide my face,

for everyone else,

it’s a day of joy,

but i’ve only ever

felt pain

from cupid’s arrow.

thought i had it all

but it wouldn’t last,

connected

in the west end,

but it got wicked

at the apollo,

weeks flew by

and you’d never show,

every conversation,

you gave the cold shoulder,

then left

without a warning sign.

you said always

then you walked away,

who breaks

someone’s heart

on valentine’s day?

it’s like

i’m only meant

to be replaced,

not even

in my own story

do i get to play

the lead.

life’s about connections,

but it feels like

all of mine

get severed,

it’s fun while it lasts,

but it never lasts long,

and i’m losing my mind

because i don’t know

how many times

i can replay

the same old song.

and so i hide

on valentine’s,

because loneliness

is my lot in life,

just missed chances

and maybes

with a sprinkle

of self-hatred,

love is fun

for the ones

who are lucky,

and it seems like

that’ll never be me.

i feel like giving up.