The Aftermath of Valentine’s Day

The Aftermath of Valentine's Day

There’s a million wilting roses,
rotting away in some dumpster.
A thousand helium balloons
deflating, floating away slowly
into an endless blue sky.
Cards laying forgotten in the bottom
of a pile by your trashcan.
Half-eaten boxes of chocolate
collecting ants.
The one who loved you so much yesterday,
who showered you with presents,
today he’s making out with someone new
on a street corner,
he’s already forgotten you.
Happy – fuckin’ – Valentine’s – Day.