Tears Of Blood For My Valentine - Poem by Razorblade Kiss
I always thought Valentines Day was a joyous one.
Couples getting together in acts of true love,
But this year is different.
My heart was broken.
All by one with no heart of his own
It was a joke. A ploy to impress his friends
It started as innocent as a newborn kitten.
One date, with chocolates of course,
Then as the days went on, we went on a few more dates.
I began to fall in love. I thought he returned it,
But those were just petty thoughts of a young girl.
Three months had past and we were still a couple,
We were even going to the Valentines Day dance together.
But just two days before that blessed day celebrated by couples everywhere.
He said it all in front of his friends. “I only dated you as a joke.”
And as they laughed I fought hard to keep back the tears, but they wouldn’t stay.
I ran off, and as I ran they called things like, “freak” and “loser”
For those two days I cried and tried to forget, but I couldn’t.
Today is now Valentines Day, and as my parents are leaving to go to dinner.
I wish them the best wishes.
I watch them pull out of the drive and I waved to them a last goodbye.
Tears begin to fall again as I head to my room.
“I will get back at him! ” I think to myself as I climb the stairs
I take the picture of him and I go to sit on my bed,
As I make the first cut, I wince and think, “Should I be doing this? ”
But just then a picture of him at the dance with his friends makes me cut deeper
Soon it is so deep that there is no turning back,
With the little strength I have left, I take two drops of blood and mark them like tears on my cheek.
I finally lay down, to sleep my last sleep.
The next day at school the announcements will read,
“Last night at about five o’clock a student took her life. All that was found was a picture, and written on the back it said.”
“These are the tears I cry for you! ”
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