just shoot me in the head
cause i’d rather be dead
than pretend to happily celebrate
that one particular day
that seems to impeccibly land
between each relationship
that peppy, loving holiday
where i pour my romance
on myself
and the potential
but yet to be realized
i grow weary of positivity
and instead choose
to settle into a soft cynicism
wrapping me comfortably
in its familiar arms
this is my one day celebration
my one true Valentine

that one particular day