You are the cure for my blues. When I start to cry, I just pickup the phone and pretend I am talking to you. I don't hear your voice, but I can remember what it sounds like. Like a broken record, you tell me over and over that you "love me like cream and sugar."
pretend
It's not Valentine's Day /
It isn't Valentine's Day and my heart dropped to my feet and no one gave me flowers today. I can't wait another 9 months for you to be reminded that you should be nice to the one you love. I don't like chocolate, but that is no reason for you to forget about me. I look through my drawers hoping to find an old ca,rd that you have signed "love from you-know-who." Knowing it isn't you, I pretend it is. I slip it under your pillow to make it smell like you. I text myself, "<3." You would never do that. So I wait, avoiding card shops and florists, candy shops and candles until February 14...
... or I'll pretend It is today.