You know how it's really easy to go all angry and destructive on someone?
Like you throw a vase at them, and you tell them how much you hate them?
You know how good it feels?
Well, it feels better when you can just let go. When you just sit there, not taking their bullshit.
There have been so many things that have gone wrong today; that would have made me wanna tear my hair out.
But, I ignored it.
And it surprisingly felt better than an outburst would have,
I mean, what couldn't go wrong with Valentines Day, right?
Especially one without a Valentine.
I guess Valentines Day only hurts when you suddenly, have someone to miss.
Someone you imagined as being with you, spending this 14th day of February watching a movie with you, or at the beach. Taking adorable selfies, and saying you love each other.
And then, they aren't there,
Valentines Day is to celebrate love. Then why do most of us mourn it instead?
There's so much to be angry at. So many people. So many things that you could blame.
So much anger that exists, everywhere.
I guess what I'm trying to say is.
You want me to be angry?
You want me to cry and throw a pillow at you and tell you how I loved you so and you broke me entirely?
You want me to spend my days telling my friends how much I hate you and how you haven't replied to me yet?
You want me to be angry?
Well I'm tired of being angry.
And I'm tired of being broken.
I'm trying to fix myself up.
Valentines Day just makes you lonely.
Don't feel it. Don't give in.
There are so many people out there that can't get one square meal.
And we spend this one day crying around and moping about that one ex that we can't get our asses over?
That's wrong.
Because I am not defined by love.
I am not the man I love.
I am not the disease that lives inside me.
I am not the cuts on my hand, and I am not the number of people I have been with.
I am the guitar that I play.
I am the books that I read.
I am the music I listen to, and I am what my heart is made of.
It is I, that defines who I am.
And not love.
I am not a pathetic single person that is angry about being alone on Valentines Day.
I am a strong individual, on Valentines Day, and I am proud to be single.
Bottom line is: Valentines Day sucks unless you have your significant other with you.
Like you throw a vase at them, and you tell them how much you hate them?
You know how good it feels?
Well, it feels better when you can just let go. When you just sit there, not taking their bullshit.
There have been so many things that have gone wrong today; that would have made me wanna tear my hair out.
But, I ignored it.
And it surprisingly felt better than an outburst would have,
I mean, what couldn't go wrong with Valentines Day, right?
Especially one without a Valentine.
I guess Valentines Day only hurts when you suddenly, have someone to miss.
Someone you imagined as being with you, spending this 14th day of February watching a movie with you, or at the beach. Taking adorable selfies, and saying you love each other.
And then, they aren't there,
Valentines Day is to celebrate love. Then why do most of us mourn it instead?
There's so much to be angry at. So many people. So many things that you could blame.
So much anger that exists, everywhere.
I guess what I'm trying to say is.
You want me to be angry?
You want me to cry and throw a pillow at you and tell you how I loved you so and you broke me entirely?
You want me to spend my days telling my friends how much I hate you and how you haven't replied to me yet?
You want me to be angry?
Well I'm tired of being angry.
And I'm tired of being broken.
I'm trying to fix myself up.
Valentines Day just makes you lonely.
Don't feel it. Don't give in.
There are so many people out there that can't get one square meal.
And we spend this one day crying around and moping about that one ex that we can't get our asses over?
That's wrong.
Because I am not defined by love.
I am not the man I love.
I am not the disease that lives inside me.
I am not the cuts on my hand, and I am not the number of people I have been with.
I am the guitar that I play.
I am the books that I read.
I am the music I listen to, and I am what my heart is made of.
It is I, that defines who I am.
And not love.
I am not a pathetic single person that is angry about being alone on Valentines Day.
I am a strong individual, on Valentines Day, and I am proud to be single.
Bottom line is: Valentines Day sucks unless you have your significant other with you.
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