"A valentines would be gauche, no?"
Is what your other lover wrote
but the thing is - I don't think so - I think
writing about how
you're too blue too deep too cool
to write a valentines while
putting your note in a "little card of
folded love"
is gauche
But maybe that's where I've been wrong
I wanted to unfold
outline
the evolving edges of my love
amidst among all around you
to offer arcadia on a silver platter
or at least my cunt
the one thing i know you truly wanted at least once
only to have you barely look at me
I told you at the table that actually as a matter
of fact
I would sell some of my soul for you yes
but that even endless has its endings
and you seem to want to push me there as fast
as I could go
I wanted to ask you why you hated me but
instead just said
it seemed like you did
You said I was probably the more reliable narrator
regarding your real nature
and that's fucking nuts
just like the rest of it
I burnt that letter
and then almost burnt my house down
Oh universe of simpering irony
one narrowly avoided
entirely self inflicted
disaster to mark the end of another
Is what your other lover wrote
but the thing is - I don't think so - I think
writing about how
you're too blue too deep too cool
to write a valentines while
putting your note in a "little card of
folded love"
is gauche
But maybe that's where I've been wrong
I wanted to unfold
outline
the evolving edges of my love
amidst among all around you
to offer arcadia on a silver platter
or at least my cunt
the one thing i know you truly wanted at least once
only to have you barely look at me
I told you at the table that actually as a matter
of fact
I would sell some of my soul for you yes
but that even endless has its endings
and you seem to want to push me there as fast
as I could go
I wanted to ask you why you hated me but
instead just said
it seemed like you did
You said I was probably the more reliable narrator
regarding your real nature
and that's fucking nuts
just like the rest of it
I burnt that letter
and then almost burnt my house down
Oh universe of simpering irony
one narrowly avoided
entirely self inflicted
disaster to mark the end of another