Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

They say that love is supposed to free you.
They say that yes, it hurts, but it is beautiful,
After all, Beauty is Pain, right?
I don't see the beauty,
Not today at least.
I walk the halls with my head pointed down low.
If I look up, I will see girls who are in love.
They hold soft stuffed bears,
Dozens of roses that could stretch for miles,
Small chocolates that make them feel accepted,
And most of all,
They are in the company of someone who loves them.
When I look up, they are starring at me.
They have pity in their eyes because they know that I am alone.
As their lips curl, I feel myself shrinking into nothing.
I try to ignore the pain, but it is crawling out of my throat.
I try to run,
To breathe,
To cry,
But it is all held inside by the beauty and pain of this love.
This deadly love.
That only, special kind of love.
The love,
Of course,
Of Valentine's Day.