Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I hate you,
I wish I was dead.
I've posted that somewhere online every year since my last year of high school. That year, instead, I was forced to make a Valentine's Day card thing in art class. I put that poem on it, then took it home and burned it.
It's not about anyone, just a reflection of my general mood about Valentine's Day. I'm not fond of it.