Happy valentine’s day ,

although she didn’t have a lover,

she had a love for something,

it wasn’t particularly understandable,

but she understood it,

she loved her own self destruction,

the way she hated her smile,

her hips,

her eyes,

her laugh,

she was in love with not being in love,

with herself,

now to others that might’ve been weird,

but it was her own selfish joy,

the way she would maliciously stare in the mirror,

or snicker at a face she made,

it was a system,

not only did she protect herself from the hatred of others by hating on herself,

but she created walls and prevented being hurt,

because how could she let others close when she herself was so distant?,

so still,

she loves ,

not loving herself.