13543, mr. valentine Posted by mindful, Sat Feb-14-04 01:22 PM
today, i put on a robe of red with pink flowers at the bottom in memory of our fucked up fling. ur daughter called me up to say hi, wished me a happy valentine's day (like i really cared), and i told her that was sweet of her, but... i had to be on my way. i wasn't really going anywhere, but she didn't know that shit, and she wasn't going to find out. i don't wrap myself in your old red towel, or slip my feet in your black house shoes. i've thrown those things away. u've got this permanent spot on my rug from my iron. i dropped it the other day, and the shape it made, looks just like your screwed up face. i haven't bought any chocolates, haven't accepted any cards. i barely answer my fone on this day, and i owe it all to you. mr. valentine. you are the bullshit i hate the most.
©Tremaine L. Loadholt
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