I wrote poetry to be alone.
I ate expensive cake and left over pizza,
Gourmet
Because I was alone
Breakfast

The cake was creamed
I wasn't
I looked at friends posts
On valentines, some jokes
Some sad flowered obsessions

I was invited to my god's house
Afterwork
No money, but I still want a decline.
I want romance, but I'll never receive any
I want passion in my absence
Mood swings of love
Of drama
Like Latino actors
But not for me, my god is just.
And I am still broke
Still alone.