love / is suddenly sickly sweet / and hard to swallow / like cherry flavored medicine / not really cherry flavored / but very distinctly chemical and manufactured / because these days / the word love leaves a bad taste in my mouth / it is suddenly cheap and conniving / as if it is trying to sell me something / there is nothing beautiful about it / and the bleeding desperation is not romantic / it is pathetic / and makes me turn away / I suddenly realize that beauty does not make me love / it is a cherry-flavored realization / for his cherry-flavored love / I have only ever loved one boy / and I think now I will only ever love one boy / cherries stain / but I can only love him / fruity affection / is engineered to spill disgust on the picnic blanket / there are no strawberry shortcakes here / just licorice and rotting cherries / bitter and still-pulsing / like tiny hearts, once alive.
// A SPOONFUL OF BULLSHIT HELPS THE VALENTINES GO DOWN.
