a different valentine's poem

there is something wrong when you answer
who abused you?
with: nobody, today.

or maybe there isn't something wrong
maybe everyone just tells you there is
and you start to believe them
just like you believe him when he says
you made him do that

i want to believe that what is wrong
is me, because i can change that
(i think)

i want to believe that anything red is love
even blood