He seduced me,
With flowers and perfume,
Telling me that I was,
The most beautiful exotic flower in bloom.
He bought me chocolate,
Said that I was his chocolate sweetie,
Made me think that he could not breathe without me
Because I was his oxygen.
Told me that we should make love,
To prove that our love was for real.
I shed my innocence and showed my love.
He messed up my health and gave me HIV.
Now years later, another Valentine’s day.
A withered flower,
That is no longer fragrantly sweet,
Lying in a deep freeze in the morgue,
Leftovers of another Valentine.
Raylitpoems 2005.
