Your Valentine

Blood dripping from the end of my sword
Like words falling from your lips.
Atrocity is what falls in line
When we stand at the station waiting for ships.
Trying to write this loving poem
All I can think about is your eyes
If I poked them out with a fork
Could you "feel" the skies?
Wait.. No.. That isn't loving
I forgot about your prize
The little head you find so impressive
Was such a teeny little surprise.
Do not read those verses
Read this one instead
I hope you wake up slowly in a casket
With a bullet in your head.
This may not be the best love poem
I'm just really glad you aren't mine.
Most of all I am happy as hell
To be single this Valentine.

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