Valentine

Your bronze hair is tied back in a loose bun,

strands falling down to tickle

your pale neck.

 

Down the side 

of a forgotten plastic pint

a river of strawberry gelato crawls,

as sweet as your smile.

 

Put on a cheesy rom-com,

don’t be afraid to cry when

the girl finally realizes what she wants

and has that perfect cinematic kiss.

 

Blast some Queen from those

shoddy laptop speakers,

sing every word as if 

Freddie Mercury is dancing right beside you.

 

Ignore the streamers,

the overused cliches,

on this day of love,

don’t forget to love yourself.

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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