Valentine's
by Jonathan Lim

I used to scribble notes and fold paper roses for Valentine’s,
but that was when we were young, and I still had someone to call mine.
Now I’m empty, bitter and cold,
and hope is something these crooked fingers find difficult to hold.

Just as I try to make these words fit in between the lines,
no matter what I do, I just can't seem to make them rhyme.
My pictures of you fade a little more every day,
life in technicolour has now become fourteen shades of grey.

Though every night I still dream about us walking down that sun-soaked beach,
your hand, like that warm orange glow, has always been just a little out of reach.
But since you left, I’ve seen, tasted and felt a little more.
When the world comes crashing down, I still want to be the one waiting at your door.

The purple skies you painted used to colour my world,
because everything else paled in comparison to this beautiful girl.
Until you reached into my chest and took what was rightfully yours,
the hollow you left is now guarded by closed doors.

And they said to open up and try again,
but how do you open yourself to more of the same pain?
Then the answer comes bleeding clear,
when you’ve found someone who was worth all the tears.

comeback kid~