She gets lingerie gifts
Tongues in a kiss.
Roses in bouquets,
Chocolates and sundaes.
Candles and scents,
On jewellery, money's spent.
Oh such a sweet Valentine.
But she thinks of the other times.
The days she wants peace.
Desires to be released
From the gifts she needs.
Like bandages to stop her bleed.
Ice packs on her eyes
That dark glasses have to hide.
Make up on swollen cheeks,
Repairs to broken teeth.
Tissue for a bleeding nose,
Patching up whatever shows.
Oh sweet Valentine's control.
Ownership of her dying soul
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