This dreadful day

Valentine’s Day Was a Lie

They said it was a day for love.

But all I felt

was the echo of everything you failed to be.

While the world drowned in roses

and cheap red promises,

I was swallowing the truth

that loving you

has always meant loving alone.

You didn’t forget the date.

You forgot me.

Forgot that I have a heart

that bruises when it’s ignored.

Forgot that silence can cut deeper

than any cruel word.

I watched other women

smile at flowers,

and I hated that I had to pretend

I wasn’t breaking beside you.

Valentine’s Day didn’t hurt

because there were no gifts.

It hurt

because there was no effort.

No softness.

No fight for us.

Just me

standing in a relationship

that felt like a room

you’d already walked out of.

And the worst part?

You’ll never understand

how loud your indifference was.