I got beaten by lust this valentines day,

Overwhelmed by a cacophony of infidelity.

I'm sinking in to a bottle with question after question.

Now there's nothing left of me apart something i hunted, something that was never real.

So happy Valentines baby, and I'm sorry for the hurt,

I took another Russian-Roulette dance with sadness,

Everyone else came off worse.

I've felt like the deviant who can never be stung,

I've been the coward running from a thousand wrongs.

I've been pulled apart and then reassembled myself so I work better,

I've had these thoughts of regret for what seems like forever.

I've maintained a malicious grin when I've hurt someone I never knew,

And then I died a hundred times inside when i did it to you.

So happy Valentines baby, and I'm sorry for the hurt.

I took another Russian-Roulette dance with sadness,

This time I came off worse.

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My semester and my poetry class have come to an end and I will miss them both. Thank to to everyone who contributed lovely poems to this thread. I know spring isn't technically over, but I'm going to ask that no one post more poems here. It is officially CLOSED. Please feel free to explore some of the great poems here and rate and comment--feedback is always appreciated. Thank you all, -FogCat-

updated May 9 '09 by FogCat