A Valentine’s Day Poem

Roses are red, and so is blood.
I could say I'm just not in the mood
for Valentine's Day, but that's not quite
true. In the past I've shunned it out of spite
and jealousy, wondering what I did wrong
and why I never belonged
with anyone else. No candy, cards,
or carnations delivered to me. It was hard
when viewing love as a competition,
but recently I've made the decision
that for now I'm peacefully content
letting all my unspent love ferment
into potent forms of art.
So play the part of sweethearts
if you want. I'm honestly fine
to ask no one but myself to "Be Mine."
I'll always be in love with love,
but I have enough
to keep my heart pacified
with all those old fears cast aside.
There's no one else on this earth
who has the power to define my worth.