Violently pink,
brick wall kisses and haunted teddy bears stacked up against violent white walls, longing, just to be lost in the backs of closets, hollow and echoing with awkward "I love you"s slipped between the lines, between the sheets, like an afterthought during...really good sex.
Violently pink,
like too many roses bathed in gasses and airbrushed to perfection, frail and dying but afraid to wilt and spoil the 30-second bliss.
Violently pink
miracle elixir, how much are you willing to shell out for one night, one taste of that fairytale you always dreamed of, processed, packaged and handed you in candy-shaped hearts, spiked, laced and dripping with euphoria and lies, lies, lies - evaporated, not even merciful enough to linger a little on your pillow - but what good did memories ever do for anyone?
Violently pink,
screaming and smirking like a bad Hallmark card, like bitter baby's breath, like the way you just have to force yourself to write a love poem just because it's valentine's day, like you need a day to love someone, like you need a reason to show up on her doorstep with overpriced paradise (or give all your roses to Lifetime and lament, desperately single, on your couch and...
Violently pink
Relish the way you've practiced those four lines over and over for the final recitation beneath the window of the girl next door, 60 seconds later, she's opening up the door and before you know it, you're thinking thank god for poetry.com or I'd never have gotten into her pants, and her skin...is so...
Violently fucking pink
like a sunrise, beds, violently empty
candy-shaped hearts cracked, and then you realize your rent is due.

Happy consumerist scam day!