Foil littered across the floor
Making a trail to the couch
A hand lifting lazily
To push another chocolate
Into the gaping hole of misery

She sniffs a bit
And grabs the tissue box
To dab at her eyes
And choke at the sentiment
Of a Casanova extreme
Who only admits his love for one lucky lady

The radio suddenly turns on
“I got this icebox where my heart used to be
I’m so cold, I’m so cold, I’m so cold, I’m so cold”
Startled to the point of flinging things
It’s irony at its best
Only poking fun at the situation
She steadily throws the tissue box at it

Frustration is at the maximum
Love at the minimum
She can’t help it
This holiday is for chumps
The ones who can’t get past superficial love

That sweet taste
Gone from her mouth
Her heart is freezing
Standing alone in time
From the moment nothing happened
To the day that she’s finally too old
Nothing can get her away from the rut she’s dug

Happy, sad, crying
That’s her expression
The chocolates lay untouched
She watches her heart tick away
As the last day ends

Bam! </3