on love, and valentine's day

There is absolutely nothing wrong 
With hand written letters
Trimmed in ribbon and lace, 
Embroidered with doilies, 
And sealed with lipstick kisses. 

There is absolutely nothing wrong 
With beautiful poetry 
Inked in elegant calligraphy
Acting as a catalyst for the heart
And detailing sentiments of the soul

There is absolutely nothing wrong
With bouquets of paper flowers,
Homemade cardiac-shaped cakes,
Dinners by candlelight,
Rose petal trails,
And bottles of ruby red wine for two








There is absolutely nothing wrong 
With stopping, and taking the time 
To express your love to another
And basking in the beauty 
And the magic 
You created together. 




















I am single. 
I am aware. 







I could be bitter, 
But I’m not. 



On Saturday, I could run around in an alanis morissette wig, weeping hysterically and burning things, 
But I’m not going to. 











Instead, 
I will watch happy couples
And be happy for them. 






Living in an age
Where everything seems so bleak
And there is such a lack of joy
And an abundance of hatred,
It seems pointless 
And counterproductive 
To be bitter
And contribute to the gloom
And rag on the one truly pure 
And beautiful 
And wonderful 
And rare exchange
Of love
From one human being 
To another.