There's a few things i've learned in the past two days about love, about the world, about valentine's day: about so many things that I find dear in the world, so many things i've shed tears over, so many things to feel for.
Valentine's day
is for suckers and hallmark: that's what they always say
but it's a break from the norm, where love is celebrated
and created
and desecrated,
(but we don't pay much attention to that sort)
we're more in it for the sport.
Of touching,
of feeling,
and nerves, and games,
and whispering names
in the dark of the night
and roses,
and glimmering light.
let's face it: Darcy's not in my field either
so wine and dine, and feel oh so fine
with love of the plutonic kind,
because the day didn't specify romantic,
it just has us buying chocolate
loathing is a self-affliction
of the lonely hearted,
but hey! you have a cat
or a friend
a mom
or a neighbor:
Valentine's day doesn't have to be gooey
it can just be half baked.
So yes, this is a Valentine's Day post: so I might have someone worth pining for; but all that i like to have is a glimmer of opportunity, of hope that maybe this time next year, someone will have their arms around me, as i write poetry and listen to rain and drink tea and listen to the pride and prejudice soundtrack: but for now i'm content on doing such things alone: with my friends, my cookie recipes, and maybe my cat (if i had one..... next year i will) because we all know how tactile things can get after a bottle of wine, eh?
Here's some gooey pictures for your enjoyment!
