Burning Flowers and Paper Hearts

I burn flowers, and sketch broken hearts 
I mow over wildflowers, I rip roses apart. 
I pick daisies and rip them to shreds
I pick dandelions and pop off the heads. 
I hate sunsets, I stay locked up inside
I do not love love, but at least I tried.

I cut out paper hearts, then rip them in half
I set them on fire, and loudly laugh
I hate Valentines, I hate mushy cards 
I send them back burnt, with my regards 
I am cynical, this I know is true 
But it’s cause I know you’ll never love me
No matter how much I love you

The End

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