Philophobia

Tweaked and hindered Is this gesture, A bloody valentine. Pricked you are with tender rose I pity you For me, you chose. Luring promise Your heart is mine Crushed and sore Is valentine. Yearning pleasures And fictitious vows Stirs vanity that love allows. Petrified of stinging falls And with cynicism I built these walls. Little doubt And no surprise That this’ll be the second time That I’m alone On valentine