I wrote half of this depressing poem on Saint Valentine's Day and the other half today. I really gotta stop writing poems. I mean, seriously.

I have always hoped that I might see

Something impossible that cannot be

But my reality is in front of me,

I have to wake up from this fantasy

Saint Valentine's Day is today

Your celebrations are underway

While mine have run into further delay

Did my dreams drive me astray?

I woke up this morning

And couldn't stop mourning

I was plagued by the familiar warning

Of another breakdown forming

Saint Valentine's Day was yesterday

Your celebrations were underway

And mine were only a dream

Of something impossible that cannot be