the original lothario is sitting up in heaven and shooting his arrows and making mortals fall in love with those who won’t love them in return. he has stabbed everybody in the back of the heart at least once, maybe two times, three if you’re lucky. i believe he’s the one to blame for all the games that are played and the sick part is that i am madly love him. i’m not bitter, i swear, i think love is sweet but i also believe that all things must come to an ending. if they didn’t then there would never be a happy beginning. this morning i went to get coffee at the corner store and the clerk gave me a single red rose. as i smoked on my porch i plucked petals off one by one and before i got done my neighbor told me today was his divorce’s anniversary. how ironic would that be, to have your divorce picked by the court to be final on saint valentines day? i watched him walk away as i dropped the last petal and thought he loves me not.