my bloody valentine

You were my rose,

I held you too tightly. 

And then, my fingers tightened their grip

too close.

Made my hand bleed, the thorns. 

Scratched my hand; the long, sharp vine. 

You will always be my bloody valentine. 

You were my balloon, 

I never let you go.

Filled with poisonous gas, you popped.

And then, I couldn't breathe no more. 

You could never be mine.

You will always be my bloody valentine. 

You were my heart,

and I never let you go frantic.

Secured you close,

held you tight

when your vibration rose. 

And then, my heart broke. 

You will always be my bloody valentine. 

-Nalini