Just Another Ordinary Day

[noceur]

Who do you think you are?

Holding yourself on a mighty pedestal,

proclaiming yourself the "Queen of Love."

Though you're nothing but an ordinary day. I mean, I guess you're kinda cute - getting all the little shops to make a big deal out of you, all decked in reds and pinks to honor your presence.

Least the guys with the big bucks like you. Simply being around means money multiplies in their pockets. Can money make love? Maybe that would explain it.

I have to say, by the time you finally arrive, I am so tired of seeing huge hearts, red balloons, mountains of chocolate, red velvet cake, teddy bears, and the color red, that I simply want to ignore you.

Go away.

I mean, what have you ever done for me?

All you do yourself is prance around third wheeling all the cute couples and making me feel like an abandoned grump stranded on some stump difting in the middle of the Pacific.

.....

You see what you make me do? Your queer presence urges me to write poetry, smh. Remember the last time that happened?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This poem sucks,
And so do you.

Bam. How original.

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Though I have to be honest. Every February 14th, the stores display their pretty (overpriced) little cards, with the words "I love you" scrawled across all their covers.

I can't help but be reminded of the cards I used to draw my Mum, with red-colored construction paper lovingly adorned with as many stickers as I could possibly fit. I never really had time to write long messages, because a) I spent too long on the cover, or b) I didn't know what to write. So the inside was ALWAYS " Happy Valentine's Day! I love you!"

Every year, I looked forward to picking out a box of "Bob The Builder" Valentine's Day cards to hand to my buddies. I took great care writing my name on the card for my crush, obviously. Armed with all my cards and a box of chocolates to share, V-Day was always a special day.

Flash forward a few years, to another dreary morning at school. While slumping over to my locker, I almost tripped over a little glass jar, filled with handmade paper stars and an unsigned handwritten note. Now, you're probably thinking "Wow. That's so cheesy," but I personally can't deny the fuzzy feeling that remained with me that whole February 14th.

I never did figure out who made me those little stars.

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I know many people don't support the idea of Valentine's Day, or believe that it's a day that's lost all of its meaning.

But for many others, it's still a day to cherish. I started off writing this with a much different conclusion in mind. I didn't mean to get all sappy and emotional. But it does that to people, make them all sappy and emotional, I mean.

Whether it be with family or friends, whether you're single or taken, whether you believe in love or not, February 14th is another day, and just like every other day, it could use a little more love.

So thanks for sticking around, Valentine's Day.

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It's actually really nice to be back on GaG. I'm sad to see many friends gone, but I'm sure many new users are here as well. Changes have been made - many quite interesting. This Take contest was a great idea, and I'm looking forward to them in the future.

Thank you for reading :)

-N

[saxicolous]

LOVE <3 this is adorable, i had somthing similar happen. and can't hate chocolate!

[Yellow_]

Is that your own picture? I mean the one with cards and heart faces.

[sherbearee]

Aw this is so cute!
You write well.