A few words on my distaste for Valentine's day.

Yelling your name through a wall of fire I tried to gather your attention. But you would have none of that. Instead you stayed away from me, far away from me. And, so I let go. I let myself free. Instead of worrying I began throwing vowels out of windows in an intoxicated rage. Drunken rants filled with my thoughts on how such an act would be the end of all of my goals. Goals filled with building nations and helping others. Now, lost in the wake of my actions. Actions, in which I earned the contempt of those who have given me a greater knowledge. But still, I pushed on I consumed more thinking I would forget. No such thing happend and I only began to fear the loss of my limbs. Limbs I would need in order to crawl back to my friends and ask for forgiveness. Forgiveness for making myself an unstable mess. So with awkward movements I ran home.

I tried not to fall down the path of my idols but that's what you pushed me to do.