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Student @ Adekunle Ajasin University,Akungba Akoko Ondo State.Nigeria.
Lagos, Nigeria
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My VALENTINE is Sooooooo RED.
<p><br/></p><p>My valentine is sooooo red.</p><p>Not the soft red of roses pressed in love letters,</p><p>not the shy red of lips waiting for a kiss—</p><p>but a loud, blinding red</p><p>that screams from every corner of my morning.</p><p>I woke up today</p><p>and the world was dipped in crimson.</p><p>Red balloons floating like promises</p><p>I never received.</p><p>Red gift bags swinging from eager hands.</p><p>Red dresses hugging bodies</p><p>that will not sleep alone tonight.</p><p>Everywhere I turn—</p><p>red.</p><p>On billboards, in shop windows,</p><p>in the laughter of couples walking past me</p><p>like I am invisible air.</p><p>My valentine is sooooo red.</p><p>And somehow,</p><p>that red is not passion—</p><p>it is a quiet wound.</p><p>It bleeds when I scroll through pictures</p><p>of surprise bouquets and matching outfits.</p><p>It bleeds when I see chocolates exchanged</p><p>with fingers intertwined.</p><p>It bleeds because the day keeps reminding me</p><p>of what I do not hold.</p><p>The red roses look like open hearts—</p><p>but mine feels like an open vein.</p><p>Not dramatic,</p><p>just tender.</p><p>Not jealous,</p><p>just human.</p><p>I did not know colors could hurt.</p><p>I did not know celebration could feel like a spotlight</p><p>on absence.</p><p>Yet in the middle of this red storm,</p><p>I sit with my own heartbeat—</p><p>steady, stubborn, alive.</p><p>Maybe my valentine is sooooo red</p><p>because it is teaching me something.</p><p>That love is not only in wrapped boxes.</p><p>That affection is not measured</p><p>by how heavy a gift feels in your arms.</p><p>That sometimes the loudest red outside</p><p>is trying to distract me</p><p>from the quiet love still growing within.</p><p>Yes, my valentine is sooooo red—</p><p>but my heart, though bleeding a little,</p><p>is still beating.</p><p>And maybe one day,</p><p>this red will no longer sting—</p><p>it will bloom.</p><p><br/></p><p>Question to God:Am I a Spoon? 😭💔😭</p>
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