Dark Cupid
A heart, a rose
and both of black
A card you read
as my words attack

I detest and loathe
and simply hate you
I see and touch
and want to taste you

My infatuation
lied so well
Of love I had
but could not tell

Then I slept
and dreamed the truth
Then awoke and cursed
my ignorant youth

You are nothing I like
except your face
And your body
beneath black lace

I tell you
and you take my blame
And then my hand
and start the game

Habits so foul
and contemptible mind
I seek a goodness
but never find

To look at you is torture
yet I cannot look away
I can't stand you any longer
then your fingers start to play

You bite my lips
then kiss so gently
Scratch till I bleed
then caress so intently

How dare you be so wrong
and be so right
Damn your body
and damn my sight

This violent passion
so full of pain
Our bodies recoil
only to want it again

Until we're inside each other
my sex and your nails
We both get the high
but I get red trails

You've taken me again
and you always stay there
The only way to remove you
is by the back of your hair

Then you sit with smiling lips
so disgustingly sublime
And I can finally walk away
until next time

Of all the good things
about your mind you do lack
When I told you the truth
you just had to want me back

On this special day
for lovers so true
It's just something to tell you
that I still hate you
A poem from the anti-Valentine.

Some people like Valentine's Day.  Some people hate Valentine's Day.
Personally, I don't give two squats about it, but I thought this concept was cool.