Not A Valentines Day Poem
February 14, 2006

there is a scratchy constriction
as I
choke on my alienation
self infliction
happy face
why's it that I feel so fake
when I am loved and
do not hate?

there is a mixing bowl
in my
head is like a mixing bowl
rum and punch
happy face
why's it that I feel so numb
and still am dumb and
can't have fun?

there is mascara
on my
lashes that will run if I cry
love song
happy face
what a funny thing it is that I would sigh
if all alone
but shed a tear for one at home?

there is silence in the room
as I
bask in my isolation
self infliction
no facade
It is then I feel- in naked
proximity- much more real
as I let fall my social shields.