Its snowing again, later this year then when I first began but its still there. I'm freezing on the outside, but colder on the in, I cross my fingers and hope "Not this year, lets have it different from the one when it was so clear, before my path derailed, little was clear." These couples hugging and kissing more and more as valentine's day gets near. I'd drink myself to sleep, have dreams crying for help, but noone would hear me. In reality, I was two sided, it still exists this fear, this year.
As each couple gets lovey dovey I scowl in hate, in anger and everything I loath. The weakness they have from each other, to love, to hug, to be lovers. So I call him an asshole, and wait, he gets ready to come my way and meet his fate, his girlfriend calls him back and says "Leave him baby, its ok". On the inside, he'd love to fight me, if he did I'd win, in spite of it all. I could fight your man, make him drop & fall. I could be that asshole.