valentines day. i was never a huge fan of it but you were. you loved it because the only emotion it focused on was love. love was important to you and made you happy. you love me, and i love you, so this valentines day i wanted to give you my heart, but the look on your face at this moment was as if you had seen something ghastly. you looked at me with an emotionless face, but one filled with horror. your eyes scanned my hands, holding a knife dripping with blood, and you, holding my heart covered scarlet red blood, but why were you so frightened? weren't you supposed to be happy? after all,
i did tell you i'd give you my heart.
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conception.
Poetrywriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
