February 14th

They dressed the world in red

like love was something holy.

But in my house

it felt like a funeral

for everything I kept begging you to care about.

You didn’t just forget the flowers.

You forgot my worth.

I wasn’t asking for diamonds.

I was asking to feel chosen.

And somehow

even that was too much for you.

While strangers held hands

and posted proof of being adored,

I sat beside the man I love

feeling invisible

like a placeholder

in my own relationship.

Do you know what that does to someone?

To dress up hope

and watch it die in real time?

Your indifference was louder

than any scream.

It said,

“You don’t matter enough

for effort.”

And that burns.

It burns in places flowers can’t fix.

Valentine’s Day didn’t expose my loneliness.

It exposed your complacency.

And I am furious

that I kept shrinking

to make room for someone

who wouldn’t even reach for me

on the one day

the world begged you to try.