The glue drips and sticks to your hands
messy messy
I neatly fold my legs
I wait and wait
watching the glue dry
joining the tiny imprinted hearts with your canvas
tiny plump specks young and perfect
spattered against your walls
you wash the mess from your hands
I wait, eyes steady
watching the paper hearts shrink and harden
I pulse and panic
and unable to restrain my passion
I tear through the paper
ripping through the pink splotches piece by piece
stripping your valentine from the walls of this house.
I take the strange dots into my mouth
and I grind, and chew, and swallow
taking back my heart into my own body
leaving blank and bare the room
which was once ours
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