I'm sorry that 
my love letters 
aren't idyllic
anymore
and if they 
are as futile 
as you claim
the cards are 
purchased at 
the store

You don't like quotes, 
but you say you exalt 
in the broad,  lone words 
I have written down
It'd be better sang or said,
although you hear my voice
when words are thoroughly read

And you were wrong,
I am not most chipper 
when i'm this down
because I positively 
would giggle 
And not be so serious 
saying this 
with you around 

I have farcical feeling 
that everything 
turns out being 
unpleasant, 
never okay
and that you never
slammed the front door,
that it was me and my 
bathetic hands
haunting me 
from sneaking out 
the back way