My Valentine is Gone

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My Valentine is gone to a place where I’m no longer invited
That place in his heart that is now a fortress
A place that once was mine but I can no longer have
A place so near but I can no longer hold
It melts beneath my grasp, wiggles out
Runs away, roams then comes back a stranger

My Valentine is gone, and my heart is frozen, alone, vulnerable,
Straying to a love that is not mine
From my window I steal his gaze
Catching glimpses of a dream that I wish was mine
Watch him spin her in the shadows, a silhouette of love
I want it, I crave it, I want that love

But my Valentine is gone
So tonight I will lick my whiskey bottle little by little till I bleed out this pain


About sensoria300

I harness words, I thrive on them. I tell stories. I am dreamer, sometimes a poet but mostly I am a Game of Thrones fanatic. Lady Olenna, Lyanna Mormont and Arya Stark are my spirit animals.

Posted on February 14, 2015, in Poetic Justice and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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