She had a thing for internet personas and overly kind comments
She spoke in riddles and code but you always knew what she meant
On good days she was the result of wishful thinking and daydreams
On bad days she hid everything you loved about her by any and every means
I’ve felt the luck of her good and suffered the curse of her bad
I’ve gone from thanking God I met her to wishing I never had
Valentine's Fall 