desidia

to you I sacrifice, my broken heart.
a false idol to ease the walls of us.
worship it, the empty symbol of my life now dead.
stab pins inside it and name each one for a star.
the ancient clock of our galaxy ticks again.
for it and the dead its any other day.
for you its a celebration of love.
but is it?
was this significant before st. valentines?
before the caesars and febuary?
the planets moved like clockwork then and now and my grey heart was there beating pointlessly, devoid of blood.
I offer it to you on your holiday, but for me it will be any other day.
not st. valentines, not frija's, not the caesar's, no day belongs to anyone.
take my heart and offer it to the heavens.
may it bring you bliss on your special day.
happy valentine's day.