My Bloody Valentines

Valentines Day Poems 2008
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I. Valentine
I’m sorry
I had to write a poem about this
It
Is just that
It
Is valentines day and as
I was looking at my Vagina earlier
I just couldn’t help but wonder
If
It would look different
If
I weren’t a virgin

I remember the first time
I saw you on the my computer screen and
I felt as
If
I should try touching myself as
I usually try once a week

I am terrible at picking my own orchid

I wanted you to fuck me
I wanted to be abused and used by you
In a very perverse way
It’s just how
I saw your then pretty face

In time
I met you and
I no longer wanted to be fucked, because
I realized you were a drunken
Imbecile, and
I felt that, with an
Immense amount of love and affection towards you,
I wanted to be a little
Intellectually stimulating friend to you, but then you let
It slip that
I could kiss you
If
I so chose so then a fantasy crept
Into my brain

I wanted you to teach me how to suck a dick
I wanted you to give me a lesson
In head
I wanted you to let me touch your penis, yes,
I said Penis

I then was rejected by you, the same week a boy tried to have unapproved
Intercourse with me, and then finally time passed, and

I no longer thought about you, unless your face or some other reminder of you came up
In passing, and then,
I would embarrassingly,
Imagine, raping you…..

I push your head down
Into my vulva
I force you to eat
It all as tears escape your eyes
I bite the back of your neck and you
Inadvertently sigh and
I kick you out once
I’ve come twice and you’ve licked my lower back once

I know this
Is stupid but
I saw a picture of you today and all
I thought was that
I wanted tell you
I finally bought a copy of comfort eagle

II. Valentine
I wish it were Thanksgiving. Because that is the day I am thankful for.
For that is the day I found your tongue on my neck and your knee on my jeans on my clit.
The small of my back tingles every time I think of you.
The fuck that got away.

III. Valentine
I love my mom, not in that way you fuckers.
Don’t hoot and holler because we hold hands and kiss cheeks.
We just understand each other a lot better than any of you.
I wish we could just hug forever, like two trees grown together.
As I write this poem I miss her, a splash on my cheek tells me so.

IV. Valentine
Hook me up my bitches, my homies!
HOOK ME UP!
I wanna get laid….can I say THE END now?????