all that trouble with flowers, double the price and half as special. all the awkward displays of public affection. all the ugly school girls left with nothing to pin on their uniforms when all the pretty girls have been gifted the heart-shaped badges. all that pressure to be loved or to love. all that angst and longing. all the loneliness. the feeling of failure when you do not have sex and everyone else is peeling back clothing and submerging themselves in the scent of one another.
the awkward hug of something irreparably broken. the sadness of things unsaid, kisses bitten back, crushes that have been crushed by rough handling. this flat grey valentine's day. this full stop. this dead thing, overblown and leaking petals onto an unswept floor.
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