Valentine's day has fallen again
Onto the calendar month of February.
Who thought it could so much pain?
I didn't, that's for sure.

I had been searching for my boyfriend,
Late at night, February thirteenth,
When at the road, I found the end
Of our relationship.

I knocked on my best friend's door,
When an hour passed by I opened it,
And found my friend on the floor,
A bottle of champagne in her hands.

She was drunk and so was he,
I was infuriated, fuming,
He had broken his vow to me
To not get drunk or anthing, lest he do something stupid.

I dragged him out of there,
And took him home.
It seemed as if he didn't care
That I was close to calling it quits.

So it was this morning that he left me,
Tired of my lectures.
Even though I knew it would happen, there is a hole in me.
I know too much pain on the day of love.

So here I lay,
'Celebrating' Valentine's day,
Alone.
For the first time.


((By the way, I do not have a boyfriend, nor have I ever had one. ^.^))