valentine's day;

is a pretty stupid and fucked up holiday.
7:30 am still drunk after incredible everything.
the worst is always saying goodbye, because the feelings have to be cut short and brushed aside again. You also have to deal with the guilt which will probably take it's toll on me.

It was unplanned, but the third with the only one who will ever mean anything. I hate him for it. He's an addiction I can't seem to give up. Once I have a small taste, I simply want more. Kissing and sexing him is like a drug. I can't stop wanting to do it again now that the deed has been done again. This is just plain stupid. I have you, and I know you know it. Why are we fighting this? Why are we trying to let the other think we have nothing left for each other?

Dear anti-valentine;
You already lost. Be mine.
(Besides, we are hot as hell together.)