Will You Be My Valentine?

February 12, 2013

Will You Be My Valentine?

So I’m sitting here

Fitting here

About how I’m not fitting in

And what a sin it is

That I don’t have a Valentine

Then some insight comes

And sneaks up behind me

Then I begin to see something

A reality

This day is our way of celebrating

The things we love in our world

Now I’m an often rejected single girl

With no designated boy to thrust my festive affections towards

But I have hoards of things I love

So in the spirit of single awareness day

I’m going to say a proposal

To all the things I adore in this world

The things I want to explore

Like the photograph of my best friend with a mustache

My sister’s secret chocolate stash

The moment when I get the final lash perfect with my mascara

The fact that someone once told me I look like Scarlett Johansson

Not O’Hara

Or how heartbreak seems to create the best poetry

And to me it’s no longer a tragedy

I love when my profile picture gets over fifty likes

And how it causes my confidence to shift in spikes

Or when I find a perfect word or quote

Or see a perfect sunset or boat

And think to myself

Damn

Someone should put a movie here

Or create a scene

And then the rays of sunlight begin to beam down on me

And now I can see that my hair will look nicer tomorrow

Because it’s blonder

And gentlemen prefer blondes

And I’m fond of that and all the things Marilyn Monroe has said

I love getting an extra fifteen moments in my bed

Or an exceptional thought in my head

Or when more than one person says I look good

On the same day

Now don’t think I’m superficial

I’m really not that way

But I just want to be beautiful

Inside and out

And I love to shout something amazing

Like achievement or conquest

Or the name of the boy with which I’m currently obsessed

Or that I’m okay

When he requests that another girl escorts him to prom

I love my mom

And when my stepdad acts like my real dad

And then I have no reason to be sad

For the disparities in my life

Because there is so much clarity

Speaking of clear

I adore when my road steers in an exotic direction

Or when a teacher tells me my answer is perfection

I love feeling inspired

And kindling a new fire

Or the hugs we give at the end of a party

When teachers couldn’t care less if I’m tardy

And let me go to the bathroom just so I can rehearse

A series of expressions

I treasure one of my best friends

And his impressions

Of the crazy female teachers we have

Or simply to laugh

Especially at my own jokes with other people

Because that means I’ve sprinkled some joy

I love when I’m at a speech tournament

And some boy hits on me

Or makes too much eye contact

Or when my lab results turn out to be exact

And I don’t have to do half of the work

I’m enchanted by the moment I show up a jerk

Or when a good memory decides to lurk around a depressing one

I love when I’m able to quickly move on

From that jerk who led me on in a marathon

Of text messages and such

And I’m obsessed with fudge

Or when I feel like I have the perfect amount of pudge

Or wearing high heels to school

And no one gives a damn about it

Or saying something that impresses everyone by my wit

When someone pulls the lever

Starting the clever version of my self

I love how in movies they sneak up on each other with such stealth

And just kiss

When in real life that would result in a fist

I cherish a belt that perfectly fits my hips

Or when I despumate the chap off my lips

Or the sound my jacket makes when it zips

When I’m the enigma

When there's no stigma about single mothers

When I have reason to be glad I have no brothers